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'Hate' does not accurately describe the way I feel. Every day I hope tragedy finds you.

I
said you could never get the best of me. While I tried to maintain the
peace you slithered in, like the venomous snake that you are, and
kidnapped the only thing that's ever mattered. What right do you have to
steal the only extension of myself I have ever loved?

When I
look into your eyes, I get chills from the evil that I see. You have no
morals; you have no soul. The only thing I regret in life is the day I met you.
I despise you.
I will not give you the satisfaction of witnessing the pain that you've caused. I'll play your game, but I'll do it silently, swiftly; you won't know what hit you until you're lying face down in a pool of your own blood. I'll burn your flesh and have a dance around the fire.
After you're gone, the sun will shine a little brighter. The birds will sing a little louder. The human race will be a little kinder.
This world will be better without you here. It's the only thought that gets me through.