Some days, there are no words.
How much could be averted with just a little measure of love and acceptance?
The story is as old as the world:
She was hated. Not for anything she did wrong, but because she didn't fit. She laughed at different things than most, she dealt with different struggles than most, and she looked different than most. She didn't fit. And we ostracized her. Laughed at her behind her back. Left her out of our inside jokes. Committed unspeakable cruelties out of a need to separate ourselves from her ostracization.
And we rationalized our hatred by her difference. By the little things that she did that drove us insane. By the way she didn't fit. We said we didn't hate her.
But our actions said otherwise.
And then one day she proved her ostracization through an unspeakable act of evil.
And we said, "I told you so."
And consigned her to an eternity in hell.
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