Strange dream

In the middle of the night,
 I got up thirsty. 
And I went to the kitchen 
To drink a glass of water;

Iit was 2 o'clock 
And everybody was sleeping, 
But the television was on; 

I got surprised; 
I remembered very well
 I had turned it off before; 

As I headed towards it 
To turn it off 
I saw it was not playing a regular program; 

It had a snapshot of a photo 
And played it on;
 There were black letters 
On a white background; 

This is what it wrote: 
«I hate you!» 
«I want to see you weak and brittle!» 
«I want to see you crawl!» 

Io instead of turning it off,
 I grabbed it and threw it from the fifth floor;
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