I want to hate you,
Stone rolling,
I want to carve you from my brain,
Knife a with ,
You travel far from me,
Away go you,
I hate you because I was you ,
This like times at ,
I hope you miss me
Fear In I'm ,
You won't miss me though,
Care don't you,
Fuck you man,
You hate I ,
You didn't even let me say goodbye,
You miss won't I,
Fuck you for letting me trust you .-.
(Now go read every other line backwards)
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Phosphenes
PoetryA ring or spot of light produced on the eyeball or direct stimulation of the visual system other than light.
