Hatred

I hate everything about you. 
The way you look, the way you smell.
You are horrid to the core.
Nobody should ever pay you any attention ever.
You are the worst on the planet.
I will ignore your loathsome frame.
I will sit here. There is nothing you can do about it.
“Kevin! Eat your broccoli!”
“Yes, mom.”

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