Beautiful Sparks

Beautiful Sparks

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Dear diary, I don’t know what I’m doing really. They said writing a diary would help to get my thoughts straight, but I really don’t think it will. I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember, and I don’t plan on changing any time soon.
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No one expected the two people who hated each other most to fall in love. After never ending arguments, fights, and unexpected events they slowly fell. They were the type of people to hate each other so much but yet again desire each other. They were so similar but so damn different, at times they would lock into each other's beautiful hazel eyes and remember how much they need each other. How much they truly mean to each other. They would say I hate you but really they can't live with out each other. They always tried avoiding one another and separating but it never worked, they always ended up with each other. Even if they did hate each other. They never expected to slowly fall for each other. ఌ "I hate you" my blood boiled with rage, I felt like punching him or scream at him. My heart beat like a drum. A drop of sweat slowly rolled down his temple. "Say it again" he clenched his jaw and got closer to me. "I fucking hate you. Did you hear me! Did you hear what I said?! I hate you?!" I felt his hand around my throat. He looked into my eyes as I looked into his. "I hate you" I said softly feeling his hand run down my chest. "I despise you" he left walking away leaving me with want and hate.

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