I Thought

I thought I heard you whisper
But I was wrong.
And I hate myself for everything
I never said.

I thought I heard you whisper,
Telling me to stop.
But now I hate myself for carrying on
And going ahead.

I thought I heard you whisper;
I guess you hate me too. 
I should have stopped when you said.
I hate myself. 

The End

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