I hate it high,
I hate so hard.
That being so close.
But feeling apart.
To act like a human.
To think much insane.
To have it all.
But nothing to claim.
Assuming you know me.
Pretending you're there.
Realizing it's nothing.
But a sheer dream-sphere.
Then I hate it much more.
Like some shit so real.
Trying to get over it.
The memories you appeal.
I hate so hard.
That being so close.
But feeling apart.
To act like a human.
To think much insane.
To have it all.
But nothing to claim.
Assuming you know me.
Pretending you're there.
Realizing it's nothing.
But a sheer dream-sphere.
Then I hate it much more.
Like some shit so real.
Trying to get over it.
The memories you appeal.
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