I hate you.
I truly do.
You are the person that rains on my parade. You're that feeling of being trampled on.
You're my enemy.
Whenever I'm in a bad mood, I look no further than you for the source.
You are always there.
Sniggering, laughing, telling me I've got it all wrong.
Well not anymore.
Who's laughing now eh?
Now you're shown all over the internet, all over the world.
I hope you know who you are.
And I hope you feel the pain I have always felt.
Now its my turn to laugh at you, and I would, but I don't want to stoop to your level.
This is enough... So long Peter.
The rest is history.
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