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I hate that I love him.

by squeakers-nikole

I see him in the hallways everyday at school. I see him with his friends all day long. But he doesn't want anything to do with me. All he says and does makes me feel worse. He doesn't say anything at all to me. The way he looks at me makes me feel betrayed. The way I still feel about him will never change.
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21 / F
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21 / F
Published
Jan 5, 2016
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Why did he do this to me.

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