A lot of things happened in the past, I thought it was all over but I was wrong and now I'm stuck. The lost of my most loved ones was unbearable, two of them came back to me. But only one stayed away. That person hates me with all of their being. I can't bare it, not anymore. Two month was the most I could take. That's when I finally realized these feelings that I hate, especially for them :
The person that hates me the most, is the one I can't live without.
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