I Hate Love.

I Hate Love.

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Love. I hate that word. Love means caring and keeping promises. My parents told me they loved me and would try anything to take care of me. My best friend promised to stay by my side and to help fight any fear I had if I promised the same. My grandad said he would protect me from any man that came near me, my brother promising the same. But, where were they now? My mother killed herself in front of me and no one knows why, my dad constantly abused me until he sent me to America, my best friend locked herself away in her room, not telling me the reason why then was killed in a house fire, my grandad is somewhere in Las Vages, gambling and getting drunk. And my brother? He doesn't believe in me. He had the chance to help me but he bailed, to stubborn to care. I hate love.
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