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Swimming though hate,

rolling, folding, flowing.

It attacks me at every point.



I want to leave and yet don't.

I have the need for love and yet won't.

I desire the hate and embrace it.



Can't you feel my hate for you?

Hate is me and I hate you.

It flows at every false promise.



When you said "I love you", it was a lie.

For you are with someone new, and passed me by.

Your fondness must have been only in my head.



I sit here and burn with my hate.

You never feel the pain that is my fate.

My spilt blood boils thinking about you.



Every cut, every time.

My hate keeps burning, you will feel mine.

It seeps into your body.



Goodbye.