Freak Of Nature

What I say is what I do.

Hate.

You know what I hate the most?

The sweater,
that smells exactly like you...

It smells so darn good,
but I can't smell it...
'cause I can't have you.

I hate that you exist,
'cause I can't have you.

I hate your sweater,
'cause it smell just like you.

I hate you,
'cause you're everything I want.

I hate myself,
'cause I'm not anything you want.

I hate the world.

You develop hate.
You're a bad person.
I love you.
Go to hell.





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