Hate, the product.

They berate you and they hate you. They want to love you, but they don't understand you. That is why you are a constant topic. Their world revolves around you; their focus is diverted to thing with the most gravitational force. You become the center of understanding, as if knowing you will unlock the secrets to the universe. Yeah, right. In reality, what are you? Just different.

The End

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