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Aug 2021
You don't know, but I do and it's fun to watch you dance
Believing I'm appeased and that we still have a chance

You've been dragging around my corpse for years
Entertaining yourself with my body while I brush aside tears

I hate you ya know
It's that deep rooted kind of hate too
I resent your every breath and when you take your last one
I will not miss you
A little hate poetry...
Zoe Mae
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Zoe Mae  40/F/Massachusetts
(40/F/Massachusetts)   
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