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Hate

She is a monster inside my brain, Her eyes are smaller than an atom, They are filled with blue poison, Destroying my soul with just a glance. So miniature and painful she is, Her hands are small sausages that strangle. The V shapes on her becomes an I, Making everything look so dire. You're not a person, you're not a girl, Your presence kills me, one and all. I want to thrill you inward to death, Give up the ghost, give up your life.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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