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I hate you, but I don’t.

 

I hate what you do to my mind, but only because I allow it to.

I hate the way you, the passe impression of goodness you project.

I hate you because you had it easy, but I get the short end of the stick.

I hate you because I lost the race to you before I even tied my shoes.

 

I hate you because the truth caught me by surprise, but I can no longer back away in shame and defeat.

I hate you because I thought I had found happiness, but instead found myself inside another nightmare.

 

But should I really hate you for the past misgivings I just know now?

Or should I just hate you just for the sake of being able to hate.

 

I hate having to be miserable, but it is my opium.

I hate having to be down low, but it takes me to new highs.

 

Hate is my drug.

Hate is my fuel.

 

 

 

I hate myself.

From my bottomless pit of despair and anger, I wallow and gnash my teeth, only to flash my elusive smile to light up the world that I myself threw into darkness.

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