Hate Poem by blake graves

Hate



I sit and Wait.
I begin to debate.
As i debate, my mind state shakes and trembles.
It morphs into a state of pure hate.
I radiate of unrated hate.
I hate you,
her,
him,
us,
we,
they,
he,
she.
But mostly i hate me.

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