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You and I jokingly started. You said to me, "I love you," With a joke attached. I replied back, "I love you too," With my heart attached. I felt nothing as you held it. Maybe because it slowly melted By your undying rage of me. I still ask why you loved me. Only to throw me like a clay frisbee, and shoot with a shotgun shell Imbued by the bitterness of you. Pieces of it are left and it felt like hell. I antagonized you, I despised you, I loathed you, But I never stopped loving you. I never stopped caring for you. I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for teaching me how to love. I hate you for not teaching me how to stop loving you.
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
"To the Girl Who Taught Me How to Love"
You and I jokingly started. You said to me, "I love you," With a joke attached. I replied back, "I love you too," With my heart attached. I felt nothing as you held it. Maybe because it slowly melted By your undying rage of me. I still ask why you loved me. Only to throw me like a clay frisbee, and shoot with a shotgun shell Imbued by the bitterness of you. Pieces of it are left and it felt like hell. I antagonized you, I despised you, I loathed you, But I never stopped loving you. I never stopped caring for you. I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for teaching me how to love. I hate you for not teaching me how to stop loving you.
LeBobbe
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
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