"When you turn a blind eye to injustice, you are a perpetrator."

An 11-word love letter to a man who could've stuck up for me & chose not to.

You knew.

You knew.

You knew, and you did nothing.
You knew, and you could’ve done something.
You knew, and you chose not to do anything.

I hate you.

Or at least…

I feel so fucking angry with & betrayed by you.

What happened was not my fault.

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How dare you?

Under the rage is grief.
Under the grief is love.

And the rage itself is love, too.
The rage itself is love.

I loved you. I loved them.

I don’t care how crazy it sounds.
I don’t care how stupid I was.

I loved you. I loved them.
I still love you. I still love them.

My love is the most powerful fucking force on this Earth.