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Title: I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate you.

I hate this feeling.

I hate this weight on my chest.

I hate this light feeling.

I hate this burning on my cheeks.

I hate this pounding on my head.

I hate this quiet.

I hate this fluttering feeling in my stomach.

I hate this thumping of my chest.

I hate these words caught in my chest.

I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate.

I hate.

I. 

I. 

I...don’t hate it.

I just don’t want it.

I don’t want your blanket of pity.

I don’t want your hold of comfort.

I don’t want any support.

I don't need it.

I can do it on my own.

All. 

By. 

Myself... 

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