HISTORY/ HATE
There are always three versions of a story:
your version, my version and history.
Then history itself has three versions:
your history, my history and the truth.
I hate that history of mine
which is drenched in your mistakes.
You hate my history garnished by your suspicion.
An unwanted child born out of time's womb.
Waking up to from your bed is no flattery,
making up what you don't know is not history.
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