I hate beating around the bush, I hate metaphors, and I hate waiting.
I hate liars, I hate self fulfilling prophecies, I hate debating.
I hate thinking too much, and the fucking mess I've made.
I hate everything, I hate decisions, I hate being afraid.
I hate that night, I hate being drunk, I hate that you don't want the same.
I hate it all, and what I hate most is that I am the one to blame.
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