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I liked her .

I liked her.
But  others thought her unworthy , unnerving , way better out there , to have and to hold .

I can't sift through the ashes of her no more. 

I wanted to keep the what I thought best parts , but everything was torn apart .

I liked her , didn't understand what  everyone else saw .
Just saw that she was sore .

Outcast a not include, always there if you want to be rude . 
Okay to use and abuse. 

I got agrivated at what was going on. 

She may have sounded crazy, but the truth most of times is stranger than fiction. 

So bizarre that she expected to be valedictorian , a girl no likely in the period she grew up in . 
Not treasured ,only the prodigal son. 

Only got a mention to insinuate trouble, always attacked by things out of her control, had to prove her innocents time and time again, prove that their lies where wrong, a David verse Galliath task, as one woman against the system.

That others point out , to hide their own shame, the easy one to blame, had to provide proof of verification, that it is truly her , so they can damage her more.
Say it .
Say your name. 

Say I'm the daughter of a whore no argument to there ,  so just punishment, judgment and a struggle that no one could win , always going to be dripping with sin . 

So deserves the pointing fingers, and to be beaten to the bone , sacrilegious slut the prey of the so called so intended do good’ers .

I liked her , thought of her like Mary Magdalene , washed feet clean , but they demand she changed, punishment and change, aren't they just one and the same. 

People change because they are sick of the way they are being treated =been punished enough.

Because change is no guarantee of a  life others would envy .

And taking the punishment of others disregard is no guarantee that she, who never had it easy, to stop the humiliation totally deeply disappointing her to this day.

No one hears what the truth has to say.

She was never liked. 

And for me it wasn't a good enough excuse to kill her. 

don't do this anymore, let's hurt war, and diminish the angels of peace no more. 

 

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