A Poem

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To my fear,
I hate you
I wish you went away
Everytime we meet you push me down and step on my throat
You sit me down and tie me to a chair
You won't let me go
You stalk my every move waiting to pounce
You are a thunderstorm on a perfect day
You sole purpose is the carve the fun from my life
I loathe you so much
Your walk sets flames to fun
Your voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard
Everything about you is vile
Every breath you make is in spite of me
I detest your very existence
I just want to stuff you in a bag and throw you off a cliff
But I can't do that because with you around I can't even stand near the cliff
The last thing I'd like to say is 
Screw you, go get a life

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