My ego
There is no one that I hate
More than I hate me
Only me, my ego.
To prevent the cockroach
From eating and sheltering in my place
I eat the crumbles though have no room for it
Or throw it in a plastic bag as garbage and add to trash.
I am sick, sick with ego
Sick with selfishness
And I hate me
I hate me
I hate
Me
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