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I hate it when people
Touch my hair
Hold my hand
Rub my back in a kind gesture
Make me so angry I want to explode
Even so much I want to break them
As they do to me.
I hate it when they
Scream in my face
Saying I am never good enough.
I hate it when they
break you down
So finely grit
That you want to
Curl up, and die.
I hate it when
They poke you so hard
You nearly collapse.
And those times they
Don't trust you
Even when you do no wrong.
I hate it when
they make you want to take
Your life,
Because you feel
So beaten and broken
That you can't move on...
I hate it when
Satan is awaiting at my door,
Waiting for my next mistake...




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