The world has treated me like I'm it's bitch, I have been stepped on, pushed down, beat up by the world itself...humans are the thing that makes it hell for me. I'm different, nothing like them, hehe I guess we think alike though because no matter what...I'm different.
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"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs.
Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says:
-Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."