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This is not about love. I was admired, He loved me so deeply,   I feel nothing toward him but merely friendship. "Come on give him a chance" I did and now I am stuck. I don't love him! If anything this is making me hate him. I have grown cold to myself. I am so unhappy. Yet he smiles at me every day so happily, It makes me despise him all the more. What can I do? My friends say "Give him a chance" I did and now I am drowning in my misery. I have to stop this but when? How? Either way I'm the villain' But it's gotten to the point to where I don't care If I am the villan. Categorize me as Evil
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
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This is not about love. I was admired, He loved me so deeply,   I feel nothing toward him but merely friendship. "Come on give him a chance" I did and now I am stuck. I don't love him! If anything this is making me hate him. I have grown cold to myself. I am so unhappy. Yet he smiles at me every day so happily, It makes me despise him all the more. What can I do? My friends say "Give him a chance" I did and now I am drowning in my misery. I have to stop this but when? How? Either way I'm the villain' But it's gotten to the point to where I don't care If I am the villan. Categorize me as Evil
cassandra-allen
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
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