I Hate The Double Star

I hate the double star

The door open for you when you are too far

I hate the strong smell of deodorant

I hate guinea pigs

I hate traffic lights that favor the drivers and not the pedestrians

I hate being roadkill in someones life

I hate changing over and transitioning

I hate words slippery way of positioning

I hate the double star

I hate someone complimenting you with the same compliment you just got from someone else

I hate long baths where my hands turn to wrinkles

And I have no clean clothes to put on

And there is no towel

And I start crying

And think of slitting my wrists

I hate the double star

I hate the repeat

I hate the redundant

I hate the defeat

I hate that death is complete….

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