Terrified

Well, for the death of the US of course.

More so, I'm terrified of the pain you cause others without a hint of remorse. I lived with your brutality for so long that I define love the way you practiced it.

Which is to say, none.

I have been lonely for so long I can't distinguish connection.

I do not value myself because I received no approval from you for 30 years. I got revisits, entitlement, and your endless self-justification. You do not know what love is. All you know is judgement, and the constant need to hurt those who are faster, prettier, smarter—or who are I. Trouble and thereby steal your spotlight.

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