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Everything was easier when I hated you.
Everything was simpler without love.
Everything was better without being whole.
Everything was easier. Now it's not.

Everything was easier when I hated you.
I wrote and wrote about how I felt.
Now my pen is dry, and inspiration lacks.
I wish that I could hate you again.

My purpose was to show you I was better...
better person than you'd ever be.
Now we are both equals living our own lives.
Hating you was really good for me.

Everything was easier when I hated you.
Made me want to be the best I could.
Now my life is wasting on this wretched poem
as my mind can't seem to forget you.
Finally back with this piece.
self-doubt is a killer
or maybe i’m the one who’s suicidal.
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