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Count them on my fingers
As the reasons I hate you
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The deceitful lies that you tell
Leaving me nauseous and beguiled

My life feels crushed by the sins that
flow helplessly out of the hole on your face
It reminds me of a river of raw sewage,
the smell pierces and burns my nostril
as if I walked into a toxic cloud of tear gas

Each syllable you speak festers on my skin,
blistering with infections and ****
Castrating my own thoughts
by the cutting threads of your own chords
My blood boils by your feeble attempt at life itself

Speak not another word that is bound or
crossed or is anything that resembles a sound
You give reasons to hate, a strong and stoic word, I know
But you brought it forward by those three words you spoke
"I love you"