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May 2018
"I hate myself to a point where I can't even breathe.
I hate myself for not having been able to leave you
even when you want me to."

"It's okay if you want to hate me. It's okay if you want to leave me.
I'm serious."

"How can I? when it's you?..."
I know. I, too breaks at this conversation.
AIA
Written by
AIA  Manhattan
(Manhattan)   
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