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The one she hated was herself
She had a heart
As cold as ice
She had battles with everyone
That came into her life
She would say a nice word
Every now and then
But afterwards she
Would be ripping of your head
Hard to please
Hard to talk to
She didn't have friends
Enemies quite a few
We often thought
If she hated us
By the way she went
If we made a hiccup
But soon we began to realise
The one she hated
Was herself
Deep down inside
But by then it was too late
As the devil was waiting
For her at hells gate
Her battles was
An internal one
She never meant to
Cause nobody harm
Just herself.
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Ansa Essien
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