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Taunt the unkind with kindness.

Refuse to play the same game as them.

Teach them by counter example
should they be willing to learn.

They can't take it.
It conflicts them.

Demons cannot stand confusion.

Quite like a migraine,
it destroys them from within
unlike mere hatred could ever dare.
Honey, you're looking for
perfection
where there isn't any
In the depths of my eyes
There's only sadness
In lines of my forehead
Theres only confustion
In the shape of my lips
Theres only longing
Imperfect things brought together
To create this imperfect girl

— The End —