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I hate you, my love. I hate how I will always be misunderstood I hate how much I struggled After trying so hard If dying was my saving grace Will my angel take me away? Or will the devil pull me down to the ground? I hate you But I could never do Hate is not my saving grace It is what will doom me when my life is taken away And for you my dear, It will not be your pleasure.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
My Struggle
I hate you, my love. I hate how I will always be misunderstood I hate how much I struggled After trying so hard If dying was my saving grace Will my angel take me away? Or will the devil pull me down to the ground? I hate you But I could never do Hate is not my saving grace It is what will doom me when my life is taken away And for you my dear, It will not be your pleasure.
If love and hate were the answer to your problems You would've died long before With my own two feet and my saving grace I will run after You
air-lost
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
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