My hate is growing
because it started so long ago.
So long ago.
I hope there is no permanent damage.
A person has heard me whimper like you do,
and I hate realizing that I am a part of you.
I hate it.
And it grows.
So much more.
I don't think I can forgive you.
You are too stupid-
you let yourself do those things.
I hate.
And it grows.
Because I hate having hate inside me.
I hate it.
I will not cry-
only because that is what you would do.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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