This was the easiest stage for me, hating you was so much more easier than loving you.
Resenting you hurt less than remembering that I had loved you at some point in my life.
Filling myself with rage helped ease the pain.
Although, the lines did begin to blur because I couldn't tell if I hated you or myself more.
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Words that will never be said
Short StoryThis is a novel depicting the words that I will never say aloud, especially not for the people that it's meant for.
