Really Hate Me
In my mind.
I really hate me.
Because in my mind.
I'm really crazy.
Everyday is just.
Another maybe.
Of whether or not.
I can really make me.
Carry on in a world.
So very shady.
If I died tomorrow.
I hope it's not vaguely.
My demons really.
They can dictate me.
My deepest thoughts.
Really are what makes me.
Just another reason.
That I really hate me.
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