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Apr 2020
The purest emotion was never love
For love is just a facade for hate not yet conceived
For she is the gatekeeper to our demons
For her it is just a game to see
Who can handle the pain
For love isn't real and will surely die
But hate stays forever
Just like my heart you left broken
I hate her more than I ever did love
Except now there's no strings attached
I'm the controller of my own fate
She doesn't play the strings anymore
Orchestra in the background
Commemorating this day of hate
A day no wedding will ever top
Hatred
Naeem
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Naeem  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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