I hate what I am, I hate the way I look. I hate everything about me, all the words in the book. I hate the way I feel all the feelings for you. I hate how I dress; from my shirt to my shoes. I absolutely fucking hate...you. You don't make me smile just cry for awhile. You wish you were her instead of the truth. You're cruel to your body it's what god gave you treat yourself as a beautiful temple. But simply I'll put that I...I hate you.
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Missing you
PoetryA love lost and a love gained throughout A relationship between myself.
