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I can spell your name out in the titles of all songs I skip on my radio and smell your perfume in the pollution of this damn city. The reminders do nothing but give me a violent urge to destroy this decaying body just so I can kill what is left of you in me. I hate you with every fiber of my bitter heart. I hate you to a point of exhaustion, right on the verge of drowning, where arms stop reaching on their own accord and eyes refuse to close out the shore. I hate you so much, it's a vile taste in my mouth and an aching in my bones. You're nothing but poison in my veins and blades on my wrists and breaks on my ribcage. You're the cancer in m