I hate the mindless masses whom roam around aimlessly. I hate the rich S.O.B.'s who hate the poor like me. I hate conformity because it's so much out of control. I hate these loud people keeping me awake at night. I hate fair weather friends whom stab you in your back. I hate myself for your love. Because my love you hate me.
Written by Melissa McMahan Copyright

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