Hatred

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I hate some people’s choices of cloths
I don’t like the choices of cloths some people make
Sometimes it looks like there is a weed that grows
This is a bad choice of failure that some people take



There is always hatred burning through my eyes
Nothing can calm me down at times
t looks like girls breaking up with guys
Always sounds like there is warning chimes



Fire shooting from my nostril
The terrible choices people risk
`It really makes me quite hostile
It makes me want to tsk tsk tsk



I hate some people’s choices of cloths
Sometimes it looks like a weed that grows





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