When I Hate

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  • Created: January 30, 2015
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When I hate, my enemies

seem happier than I’ve ever been.

They breathe my air, take my toys,

last night they even broke into my dream

 

When I hate, the sun is pale,

hurting them – that’s my secret wish.

I keep walking and falling

on surfaces slippery like jellyfish

 

When I hate, my enemies

knock on my mind with metal bars.

Do they hate me back, do they?

Do they also keep looking at their scars? 

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