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I Don'T Hate You

I hate you…. I hate you, It doesn`t seems to me that I hate you. Thinking about this draw us closer to who? We`ve got listeners to our news, Better than more, no one will understand no matter how much we play with justification. Is it a mere situation? Then you have to check your vision. All the things you talk about is just a fiction. I hate you…. I hate you, That’s not what I try of doing to you. What a day will we have after tomorrow? Because the story of my life will bring you sorrow. I need a miracle to get my feet back to follow. Yes, to follow Jehovah in every way men don`t know under a pillow, Sometimes I feel I`m a champion who deserves not to even borrow. The conception which gets my nails under a tight gate. Hurting and piercing deeply into me a fate. A warning I don`t acknowledge turns to hold me with lesson in haste. All my life is on a date, That date can`t be broken to you, unless we both wait. First above all, I need the power to stay calmed on faith. I hate you…. I hate you, Why do you keep that mind to be my delight for you? Iniquity can`t uplift my authorship within pace. Be my friend to get the right of granting you a space. Beauty is all over your face. Kindly see some doctor before I make my proposal in few days, In order not to get myself in trouble this near future. When I look at you daily within solitude, Whatever I see of you is a good feature to draw me closer to GOD. Perhaps, you have no idea of my mood, Maybe one day, you might think of selling your all to afford. But I wish that time won`t make you an arrogant fool…? Although your love for spiritual matters is always full. Believe me dearly with all of you, I really love you! If you don`t appreciate this to be good, Then really, I got to treat you like a falling angel in my room.

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