May 2014
It's hard to tell you how I feel.
Because, I love you.
And, you hate me.
It's stressful.
Because, I know I'll never be with you.
And that's what kills me.
Because, I love you.
And, you hate me.
It's stressful.
Because, I know I'll never be with you.
And that's what kills me.
(21/M)
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