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Dec 5
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
And you know that I do
You know the rage that sleeps within
You feel the pain creeping in
You hate me as much as I hate you
And when I look at you I hate what I see
I hate the fact and you are me
Thomas Burge
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Thomas Burge  22/M/England
(22/M/England)   
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