My little world was created out of necessity.
It was a beautiful world.
There was only love and no hate.
I loved the world and the world loved me.
There was beauty everywhere.
It was the perfect world.
Until it turned on me.
It was the moment that I began to trust too much.
I began to believe anything I was told.
In my perfect world there wasn’t distrust.
There wasn’t deception.
It turns out that I was blind and my world was my imagination.
My world collapsed upon me.
It destroyed my soul.
How could I be hated for just being me?
I gave everything I could and it was never enough.
Even I couldn’t support the fantasy that I created.
To be perfect in a perfect world is just a dream.
This world was just never meant to be.
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