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| To the object of my frustration May you burn in just reward |
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| I hate the ignorant people Who think they know everything. I hate the hypocrites Who hate what they bring. I hate those that don�t understand What pain they put us through. I hate people like that, People like you. You friends say you�re so pretty And you�re so kind. I know they must Be out of their minds. You think that the world Revolves around you, When everyone else Knows that�s not true. I never knew I could have so much hate, But meeting you Changed all things to date. You�re always so happy And blissfully unaware. You grate at my nerves Because you don�t even care. |
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