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Jun 2017
every time we kissed,
   I wanted to spit out your tongue.
every time you held my hand,
   I wanted to crush your bones.

I should have
   I should have
      I should have

I should have told you about the way you made me feel so small, everyday.

now you will apologize,
until I forget that I hate you.

But. Oh. My. Love.

I will never forget.
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