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My heart burns.
Sometimes of love.
Sometimes of hate.
Not that I hate you,
but I hate myself.
For putting you in a situation where you hated yourself.

Yeah, you did hurt me.
But you are also the only one who makes me truly happy. 
The only one that really unterstands me,
because just like me,
you are hopelessly in love.
With her.

Nobody will understand our connection.
They don't see you the way I do.

We share the same thoughts,
same feelings.

You share them for her,
I share them for you.

I hope that one day,
I will be the one you talk to when you have a bad day.
I hope that I will be one you want to hold hands and watch the night sky
with.
I hope that I will be the one you picture your future with.

See you.
I love you.

5:41 pm.

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