why so
hostile'
eyes rolling;
'you've got your mommy's'
—not a
compliment;
'you look like your daddy'
— nevermind hate
is the
only
word
that
ever
accompanied
his
—alongside memories
'occasionally'
forgotten;
my brain,
trying,
caught

between
overcoming
—striving for optimistic
'moving on'
and
devolving
—giving into
oblivious revenge;
denial
starts becoming
it's unexpected
friend;
"hostile"
just
a little
—there
is dialogue
from those things
in my
monologue;
an here I
was
proud
— assuming
the pen ink
from their lines,
ones
most despise,
wouldn't
stain
mine;
thinking only
my words
would
be
found
—even on
such
hostile
ground
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