I hate everyone. And I don't know why. I just keep getting angry over the littlest things. I take out the rage on people I care about. I hate myself for being such a fuck up.
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PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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I hate everyone. And I don't know why. I just keep getting angry over the littlest things. I take out the rage on people I care about. I hate myself for being such a fuck up.
