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| I loathe this truth that has to be, I loathe the fact you and I could never be we. I loathe this place in which I must live, I loathe the fact that there's a confined love I wish to give. I loathe the pain I feel when I see you cry, I loathe the times when we must say goodbye. I loathe looking through this window wishing to see you, I loathe how you walk into the distance without the slightest clue. I loathe the pain in my heart that never shows, I loathe missing your smile that frees me from my cold. I loathe this life I live... I loathe having a heart I wish to give. I loathe never being able to show you what you are to me, I loathe being unable to live without thee. |
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