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He said he hated me and it felt like my fault

even though i know it was not

I've never been hated before

and it's shaken me to my core

And I hate myself for letting it disturb my sense of being

Didn't I grow up learning this isn't how you treat me?

 But I was also raised with the screaming...

He said he hated me and I didn't flinch

Didn't want to give an inch

Held it inside

until I cried

And now there's the silence that echoes the distain

His fuming out his pores, mine all in my brain

We were both raised with the screaming

and now, here we are, teeming with hate