My Hate,
Is Building Up Inside,
They Ask If I'm Ok,
I Try Not To Cry.
Talk Is Cheap,
And So Is Love,
I Completely Hate You,
For All You've Done.
No Words,Can Describe It,
But I'm Doing My Best,
My Poetry Is All I Have,
Because My Heart Left Me.
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