The Closest Betrayal.

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I hate so much,

About myself

About who I am,

But then they say

I am even worse,

A person cursed

To be owned,

By nothing 

To live only,

For the reprisal of 

A captured wing,

Whose only voice

Is ugliest

In the way,

I sing

In the way,

Of those 

Who actually bring,

Anything.

  
 

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