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y Its job is only to rotate round the earth, Yet it’s loved by many It’s the cause of many draughts, Yet it’s loved by many</p><p id="8402">I hate the sun, Because it’s loved for only existing, Unlike us humans Because it’s loved even with its flaws, Unlike us humans Because it’s loved, Although it’s not alive</p><p id="7a8f">I hate the sun, Does it still seem bitter now? Well, maybe it still is, But don’t blame me for it It’s what the world had taught me after all, To hate the sun</p><p id="6adc"><i>More poems you might be interested in:</i></p><div id="9b10" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/im-sorry-5b6ebb885872"> <div> <div> <h2>I’m Sorry</h2> <div><h3>A poem about mental health</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div>

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I Hate The Sun

A poem about humans

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I hate the sun, Hate is such a strong word, But let me be dramatic today Its heat is not the reason, Nor its unnecessary blinding lights But because people love the sun

I hate the sun, Bitterness might play a part, But let me tell you why Its job is only to rotate round the earth, Yet it’s loved by many It’s the cause of many draughts, Yet it’s loved by many

I hate the sun, Because it’s loved for only existing, Unlike us humans Because it’s loved even with its flaws, Unlike us humans Because it’s loved, Although it’s not alive

I hate the sun, Does it still seem bitter now? Well, maybe it still is, But don’t blame me for it It’s what the world had taught me after all, To hate the sun

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