Hate.

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i hate the way i have to miss you.
i hate that i have to go to your grave,
to feel close to you.
and i hate you for what you did to yourself,
and all of your friends.
i wish that i could call you.
and tell you everything that's happening in my life.
i hate the resentment i have towards you,
i hate how much i miss you.

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