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I hate that I am always wrong,

And no one seems to care.

I hate how I can't sing my song,

And everyone's unaware.



I hate that every single dream,

Is so far out of reach.

I hate that nothing is as it seems,

When I lose all sense of speech.



I hate how I begin to fail,

When I need to be on top.

I hate the morning's fakenned veil,

What if it's covers drop?



I hate the way it draws me near,

As sharp as any knife.

I hate the way I have no fear,

Before I take my life.



I hate the way it all must end,

But yet it seems so right.

So to you all "Goodbye" I send,

Before I sleep away my night.