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My mind is racing. I feel as though I need to write something truly meaningful and poetic. I don't think I can. I am hurting. I am questioning. I just need to be real. Hurting... My heart is breaking broken for all of the hate that still exists in the world. So much hate and disagreement all over the world, and within ourselves. I have, multiple times, said, 'I hate myself.' Saying that had no meaning to me. I was numb, and full of disgust with myself I could easily say that and suffer no repercussions. I hear others say, 'I hate ________' (Insert anything that is fitting) and my heart hurts. How can you hate someone for things that are surface level. Then again, how could I have hated myself for not being the weight I wanted when that is something that doesn't really matter. Does so much hate exist in the world, because we don't know how to truly love? Does love start with the self? For me I have always loved. Perhaps a little too much at