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I search your words
to see what's make believe
The word love is so over used.
If you search my body
you'd find the cuts
no this isn't make believe.
They say one letter at a time.
Put them together you'll see hate.
Just so you know it's not the hate for you.
It's the hate inside of me.
It's directed toward myself.
Because fate has made it very clear
that I was never wanted here.

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[No Name]

I like the closing to this poem, though it is really sad. Though, when I was reading it, my head kept making me say 'make belief' rather than your words, "make belief". I don't know but I guess I just think is sounds more proper.