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Hated

I was silenced by your silence,
an internal violence...
An unsuspected science.
What’s the opposite of chemistry?
What do you make of me?
 
Sit alone in your thoughts,
and they begin to rot.
When I was young, I was told
I thought alot, by someone old.
 
I gasp for air,
there is nothing there.
A silent glance, an unholy stare.
For I am not going anywhere.

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