I'm still the giving tree. Throw it all at me, because I can take it. Your hateful words bounce off me because I know you. I know you are a scared child that is scared that someone can look into your eyes and know you. So it goes. I have no words of hate because I've got the peace within. I am practicing what you preached. I really do hope one day that you find the love.
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