No name. . .again

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(Yeah, didn't really find a name)

My logic's very simple
But as common as I can be
There are many things
That really get to me

I hate the colour pink
It makes me want to retch
I hate those cliché fairytales
That seem too far fetched

Popular people drive me
To attempt suicide
I despise those who talk behind my back
And always have something to hide

I hate the ignorance of my peers
And how they think they're always right
When supporting something I believe in
I always put up a fight

I hate the way people look down at me
I hate the way they boast
But their ignorant simple minded selfish ways
Is what I hate the most

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