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I continue to destroy what I love,

because I do not really love it,

the hate is the reality, but masks

itself in affection, and I try to express it,

but the hate is what my eyes condemn

to the person who looks into them,

because I know they will not know what

pain endures inside me and feeds the

rage, which becomes my defense against

the contradictions, and trying to rationalize

why things arent going my way, and so it

becomes necessary to make others regret

trying to understand the chaos that is me

so that I can injure their spirit so they can 

feel exactly what I feel.