Product of Hate

Hatred bleeds from you
But she quietly wipes it away with grace like a tissue.
You see here kindness
And and walk on it without issue.
Her pain is turned on herself.
But you won’t shutter at what you’ve made.
You’ve deminshed her heart
But continue as you watch her fade.
She’s broken, it’s too late
How do you not see this as a product of hate.

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