Letter 4

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Dear Lucky,

I hate that you hurt yourself.

I hate that you hate yourself.

I hate that you are killing yourself.

I hate that you are so negative.

I hate that you have no one left.

I hate that you are alone.

I hate that you are sad.

I hate your brown hair.

I hate your brown eyes.

I hate that freckle on you cheek.

I hate how short you are.

I hate your pale yet flawless skin.

I hate those damn scars.

I hate how you starve yourself.

I hate how I've fell in love with you.

I fucking love you.

And I fucking hate it.

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