The lack of apathy

I hate the fact that I teared up seeing them dead by the sea.

I hate the fact that I always see your face.

I hate that I know you need flats and stretch pants.

I hate that people are just cold.

And that hate flows freely in me.

And I hate that I am not apathetic.

Because I know that I am comfortable just being hateful.

Now, enter cue music.

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