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My muscles, they’re aching, my neck twitches under the strain and my fingers are stiff from the ice I carry inside. My heart pumps my run-cold blood, my eyelids are barely staying open. The night falls for the mind but not for me.

With every aching beat my heart it whispers.

I hate you.

With every icy breath my lungs take they whisper.

I hate you.

With every twitch and cramp my muscles they whisper.

I hate you.

I. Hate. You.

The blood runs through me on the rhythm of those words, a never-ending sequence of those few letters. I hate you.
Such strength there is in disgust.
Every strain, every moment of torment, every receptor of pain,
Deserved as it is,
I hate you.

This automaton runs on hate, 3 am in the mirror.

Description
My muscles, they’re aching, my neck twitches under the strain and my fingers are stiff from the ice I carry inside. My heart pumps my run-cold blood, my eyelids are barely staying open. The night falls for the mind but not for me.

With every aching beat my heart it whispers.

I hate you.

With every icy breath my lungs take they whisper.

I hate you.

With every twitch and cramp my muscles they whisper.

I hate you.

I. Hate. You.

The blood runs through me on the rhythm of those words, a never-ending sequence of those few letters. I hate you.
Such strength there is in disgust.
Every strain, every moment of torment, every receptor of pain,
Deserved as it is,
I hate you.

This automaton runs on hate, 3 am in the mirror.