Chapter 20...OutBursts

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As my heart explodes with hate

I cannot but cogitate

Your eyes, your voice, your soul divide

Could lead my to suicide

I hate you more than Jews hate Hitler

I hate you my childhood hitter

This anger fills me To the top

This shaking will it ever stop?

if you were but a sheet of paper

I might kill you with my stapler

But your not and woe betide

I am not fit for parricide


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