Hate
I never knew what hate was.
Untill I met you.
The day you raped me.
Then I truly knew what hate was.
Hate burns away at me.
Within my angry rage.
But I have no wage.
Its all written on a page.
I now know what hate is.
For I hate you all.
The many people who hurt me.
I wish you no good.
I wish you hell.
For thats whay you put me through.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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