I Hate You, With a Passion
I hate you a lot.
With a burning passion in my heart.
The way you creep around its weird.
The way you just look, it makes me sick.
The way you twist my words and manipulate me.
The guilt you bring me when you start to blame me.
The way I am stained with the fact that I was fond of you
The way you make me sick, I can’t even explain.
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