If the mind can concieve it then it can be achieved.
I hate this
I hate this feeling of uselessness
Of being of no consequence whatsoever
Like no one understands
I wonít let them understand
Because I hate this feeling of loneliness
In this crowded room itís even more apparent
I hate the people, so transparent
I hate this house, these walls, these bricks
I hate these stupid pretentious pricks
I hate being misunderstood
Misinterpreted and too pissed off
I hate the fact I swear a lot
I hate myself and I hate you
I hate this hate that all-consumes
Drags me down, what can I do?
And you know I hate this too.
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