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I understand why they talk about a fine line. It hurts my heart to look at you, A physical pain Manifesting in palpitations. The western way to deal with pain is to excise what hurts, what has malfunctioned, What has gone bad within us. In order to excise you, I must force myself to hate you. The alternative damages me. I have to cut you out.
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC
Love. Hate. Hurt.
I understand why they talk about a fine line. It hurts my heart to look at you, A physical pain Manifesting in palpitations. The western way to deal with pain is to excise what hurts, what has malfunctioned, What has gone bad within us. In order to excise you, I must force myself to hate you. The alternative damages me. I have to cut you out.
AmandaIS
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC
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