I hate you so much, I want to kiss you
Until I hurt your core.
I hate you so much, I need to touch you
Until you're weak and sore.
I hate you so much, I'll rip your words out
And throw them to the floor.
My hate for you consumes me
But there's room for so much more.














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She makes a lot of abstract art, she haggles for the cheapest price, she never orders take-out food before 10 o'clock at night...
But cheers!
Come to Battle of the Bands final next saturday at the Guildhall...we got through! Starts 7pm, costs about £5/£6 and we neeeeed the support.
Love love xx
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POGO
awesome.
how?
um well like the above poemage
innit.
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And I Tell Them, I Am The Nightmare, I Am The Pain
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And you wonder, how many times can he wear his heart on his sleeve, without going into cardiac arrest.
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She makes a lot of abstract art, she haggles for the cheapest price, she never orders take-out food before 10 o'clock at night...
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