your love.. is pain.
your love.. beauty.
your love.. is happiness
your love.. truth.
your love..
your love..
it stabs me repeatedly. but i love it, the tears fall down happily, even though inside I'm dying inside wanting your love.. wanting your affection. why? why can't you see me.. why can't you love me how I love you?
your hate.. is spiteful
your hate.. is anger
your hate.. is ugliness
your hate.. is truth
your hate..
your hate..
it comforts me. but i hate it, you pay attention to me, but don't show the same affection. your love is my love but your hate, hates me.
it hates me, but i love you.
it pains me, but i let it happen.
it spites me, but i want to make it happy.
yours.. mine.. forever.. always.. will never be.
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