She hated her life.
She loved it
She wanted to die
She wanted to live
She hated herself
She loved her
She hated the way she looked
She loved everything about her
She asked herself "why does she like me? I'm worthless."
She asked herself "why can't she see how amazing she is?"
She loved to hate
She hated to love
They met the first time in the rain
They spoke to each other for the first time in the rain, again
They became obsessed with each other in the rain
"Maybe rain can be our always"
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"No I don't."
More random poetry for you. And before you ask, Dramione_4_lyf no its not real life. idk man it just came into my head and I wanted to publish it. I'm probably going to delete this soon anyways
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