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“God I really do fucking hate you”

You don’t hate me. You hate yourself.

You hate the hand the world dealt you. 

But you love to be sad. 

You hate that I would call you out,

But you loved to be a victim.

You would hate the drama,

But you loved to hurt me any chance you got.

You hated the things that happened too you,

But you loved to do nothing about it. 



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