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This self hate I just can't take

Always seething never fleeting. 

Coming down with crash upon thee at last

As much as I wished it would be confined,It always runs like swines

Charging, trampleing all in its wake

Hurting me and killing fate

While thoughts feed off my folly

I must fight it with my jolly

And while may have a winning grin, its really all sins