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latia bell


The Hate Poem


I dont think there is a word strong enough to express my hate for you, Sometimes I hate you much the hate comes in two I hate you so much I admit sometimes i cry I hate you so much i can hate you without using 1 try...You should really give up this kind of hate you cant reverse...This hate is strong I hate rehearse, recalling the good days and watever happen in the past KNOW like nothing else in my life this hate will last, Since I last saw you its possible that the hate could have grew...but I just had to let you know i hate you Too! ! !

Submitted: Saturday, November 26, 2011
Edited: Saturday, November 26, 2011
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