Last night I took a hide thinking I will not be hurt for as long as I can avoid seeing and being seen
but thoughts of you seeing me as an eyesore kept haunting me and I cannot come up with another defense from the catatonic effect of your hatred..
Why do you hurt me? What did I ever do to you?
Why was I so fond of you? Why do you love me?
Then I figured out the answers just don't matter.
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