Whenever I am in pain
You are always there
To pour salt on my wounds
And for that I hate you
Whenever I suffer
You are always there
To mock me relentlessly
And for that I hate you as well
Whenever I am lonely
You are always there
To remind me just how worthless I am
And for that I will hate you forever
However, little do you realize
That it is your scorn that fuels me
It is my hatred of you that keeps me alive
And for that I am eternally grateful
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