Hate You... Maybe Not
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It's been a rough time for almost my entire life.
My parents kept forcing me to move away from all the places that made me feel comfortable.
I was about to give up - moving to this city felt like hell.
But something here stopped me.
She stopped me.
The way she walks, the way she talks, and the tension I feel whenever she's near.
Someone please clear my mind - I can't be falling for my enemy.
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