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I hate the feeling of hate, this word ***** i forced myself and ate i no longer can enjoy our love that was on the plate can't you tell that wasn't fate it was all the efforts that made us great by the time i suffocate, honestly it was a little too late my therapist begged for me to not self berate, yet I can't look past that this hurt was what I had instigate
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
the hate I ate
I hate the feeling of hate, this word ***** i forced myself and ate i no longer can enjoy our love that was on the plate can't you tell that wasn't fate it was all the efforts that made us great by the time i suffocate, honestly it was a little too late my therapist begged for me to not self berate, yet I can't look past that this hurt was what I had instigate
but it's not my fault that I outgrew myself.
solluna
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
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