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I hate you I love you Maybe it’s not good enough to be true. I know enough With the waters this rough. I’m just not happy like I used to Mad and angry resentful and sappy. I’m tired of caring, pouring my heart, It’s bleeding. The ****** of blood from my wrists Drip down my arm And kids ? The moral of the story is not to be told But experienced and forever alone.
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
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I hate you I love you Maybe it’s not good enough to be true. I know enough With the waters this rough. I’m just not happy like I used to Mad and angry resentful and sappy. I’m tired of caring, pouring my heart, It’s bleeding. The ****** of blood from my wrists Drip down my arm And kids ? The moral of the story is not to be told But experienced and forever alone.
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
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