The feelings I had for you,
Have turned bitter in my mouth,
The hate I feel is like an ultimate truth,
This misery slaughters my final doubts,
Your painful lies,
And your cruel deceptions,
Leave you unable,
To gain redemption,
I hate you,
With every hurtful stab I say it,
With every cutting syllable I mean it,
There is no other definition,
For the way I truly feel about you,
I hope you die and go to hell,
Cause I have murderous feelings,
That I can’t seem to quell,
So you better run,
Or better yet die,
Cause when I start searching,
There will be no place to hide…
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