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Hate

How can this be, when I’m Hating myself for you. How can you stand there and Help, Knowing it hurts me. Hell has spots for you, so Hail to the fire and stone. Hurts, doesn’t it? I know.

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Date: 7/31/2019 5:28:00 AM
Poignant, Willow Tree.
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