xxix. Evil

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My eyes are dry now
No more tears on my cheeks
I'm done with crying
I'm done being weak.

I'm sick of you
Just get away from me
You're evil and vile
A curse that I'm trying to lift from upon me

I hate you
I hate everything about you
You won't change, I know it.
And neither will my hatred for you.

You'll just destroy everything I have left.

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