I hate you, I hate you with every bone in my body she screamed as her fists pounded at his chest. But maybe she was like him, a liar. Because she didn't hate him, not even one bit and she would let him break every bone in her body just to feel his love again, cause that's all she'd ever given him.
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PuisiA collection of poems for the over thinkers, hopeless romantics, and beautiful souls. May these reach you and help you in any way possible.
