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Hate
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Personal Poems Whys it always funny,
when the tricks on you.
No one understands the pain..
no one gives a fuck what you feel.
They throw you in the wayside, and walk all over you,
spit in your face.
Yet you remain their friends, remain loyal,
strive for those fleeting moments,
when they really seem to care.
Why should I get mad,
why should i care.
Why do i cry inside.
The hate that I hold,
bottel it up inside,
hold it all in, and hope it stays together.
How do you keep yourself together,
when your ready to fall apart.
Fall to peices in pain,
crying to the world,
hope that someone listens...
