Regret
I hate these hands,That undo all the good I've done.
I hate this voice,
That says such awful things.
I hate this mind,
That dwells on the wretched.
I hate this heart,
That pounds like a broken drum.
I hate this body,
That houses my horrible being.
I hate this regret,
That makes me feel such hate.
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