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I Hate You

he breathed heavily,

clenching his fists.

punishments,

what would they ever do?

punishing your mind

doesn't make anything better.

it wasn't your fault to taken a liking on someone who you thought would ever like you back.

why would she level down her standards anyways?

i don't know.

he knows she doesn't play with society

like other people does

where there's the narcissists and back stabbers,

but he just wanted to go up to her

and tell her

how much he hates her for making him feel so cliché.

he wishes he've never met her in the first place.

i know you shouldn't be hated,

i know myself should be.

but, i've done enough of that,

so i hate you.

-n.d.