I can feel it rushing around me, blurs of colours. The sky seems larger. Looking up into such vast blue, feeling alive. I remember. I remember that girl. I hate her. I can�t help hating her. Somedays I want to hurt her. I want to crush the dreams out of her. I want to see the tears fall from those eyes. I want her to hurt. When I watch her cry I feel so empty. I hate how she looks into the distance, still believing in some far off magic. I hate how I can�t break her. I hate how she still feels, how she still looks at the world with a scrap of hope left in her. I hate her thoughts, I hate her dreams. I hate her strength.
I hate the way she didn�t fight back.
I hate the way she held on so long.
�I hate that I�m still her.