I tell myself I hate you.
I really do.My heart palpitates,
Pupils dilate.My breaths heavy,
palms sweaty.I hate that,
I still love you.
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I tell myself I hate you.
I really do.My heart palpitates,
Pupils dilate.My breaths heavy,
palms sweaty.I hate that,
I still love you.