Hate ?

Once… This fire that burns me, wasn’t it once the flame of a candle that lit my bedroom when there was no light at all.

This water that drowns me, wasn’t it once the rain that made me dance in it when I was small?

Why do people who loved us once, now hate us? I pray to myself every night that These demons that try to kill me will someday realize they were once my angels who sang me Lullabies.

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