Hate

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A primal hate of puppeteers.

A heartache hate of those I see.

I think I'm going InsAnE.

After all, no one else cares.

About me, about the world,

It doesn't matter.

I don't matter.

If it's my sanity versus the happiness of the entire world,

It's obvious what you would pick.

I can't say I blame you.

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