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    I don’t know what’s worse hating someone you love or hating being left out. To me being left out is something that I can accept, because I’m always left out. It’s happened since my mom died. Hating someone you love is in everyone’s life. We all have those in our families that we hate. Having both in your life is worse than just having one. Having both is harder to except. Sometimes I just wish I would not even hate the one that I love, but then I do. There’s nothing I can do about that. Nevertheless, being left out I can do something about. One thing is to find better friends or find something else to do with my time and my life. Now a days I wish I was still left out of things more and more as the days go on. Now that some time has gone by, I wish now more than ever I never met the one I loved so and hate so much. Reason being my life has been nothing but hell since. Truly if I would of never married I would be much happier than I am today. Just having a boyfriend would be better than having a husband that I hate so. Truly, my life would be better; in fact, my whole world would be so much better. My world would be back to normal, the way it should be. The way it really needs to be, the way I need it to be.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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