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Jun 2016
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I hate my lips
because yours they are missing
I hate my hands
they’ve got no one to hold
I hate my ears
since they heard you were leaving
I hate myself
I’ve become way too old

I hate my eyes
for they see it is over
I hate my voice
all the things it has said
I hate my heart
as it sits right here broken
I hate my life
how I wish I were  _ _ _ _

                                                    still with you
I know "hate" is a strong word but "don't like" just didn't
seem to have the same impact
Stephan
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Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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