I despise you and everything you stand for.
I hate you for the lies and deceit,
for the vengeance that clings to your heart,
and the fruity way that you fall apart.
I hate you because you scare people.
You're ugly because you're worthless.
Also,
there's nothing nice about you.
When you talk to people, they think you're fake.
I hate that.
But most of all,
I think I despise the fact that you aren't alive.
You're dead.
You're dead through and through.
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You
end.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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