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The Hatred
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Emo School In the back of my mind
There’s an echo
Dead and lonely
Feathery death
Welcomes my call
For icy loneliness.
Though not even death
Cures my agony
As the continuous words
Scorn my fragile being,
How I hate them
With a deep, dark
Animosity, billowing up
From the depths
Of my charred black soul.
Do they ever rest?!
Do they ever leave?!
Why is it that
They must
Rip my confidence to shreds,
Discard my pride,
Toss aside my strength
And kill my excitement
To leave me helpless,
And barely alive…?
