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Apr 2016
Hate.
What a word.
What a phase.
What a conjunction of emotions that I can’t place.

I wish I could whisper all of them, away.
The traitors and the lies
with mistakes and
goodbyes.

tell them, demand them

to run away from home.
but i,
am only
running
on a personality
that
depends
on
hate.
Written by
Kota  Canada
(Canada)   
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