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I Hate Haikus.

I hate who I am. I’m stupid. I’m forgetful. I’m angry. I take my anger out on people I love just like my mom. I hate that I hate my mom. I hate that I’m like my mom. I hate that whenever I try to change I fail. I hate that I don’t try hard enough. I hate that I hurt people. I hate making him mad. I hate it. I hate when he gets mad. I hate when I don’t have control of my situation. I fucking hate public bathrooms. I hate my breath. I hate my sinuses. I hate my vagina. I hate the way it smells, looks, and feels. I hate that I can’t cum. I hate how poor I am. I hate my house. I hate that I don’t have a car. I hate how old I am. I hate that I will probably be nothing significant. I hate that I’m alive.

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