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Life How can one person hate so much
Not knowing so much about a person
Knowing only the shell and not the core
Like the apitimy of a rotten apple
The skin so rotten on the outside
But the center as pur as gold
All apples have their corse and skins
Then why cant we get along
Instead of hating, cant we care?
Red, yellow, and green does it matter?
We are all the same on the inside
We all fall from the same tree
So fuck you too.
I know how it is. TRUST me, I know how it is. It's like, ever since I moved here, people judged me by my outside appearance. They didn't care enough to get to know me. I'm different, non-human to them. But, yeah, you are right, inside, we are all the same. Just wish people would realize that. Sorry if I'm being annoying by commenting on your poem. I just really liked this one. Bye.