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.
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