I'm crying over you again.
'I hate you' I mutter under my breath, even though I know it's not true. I could never hate you, no matter what you did. No matter how much you hurt me.
That was the sickening part of our relationship. Even in moments like these, where I lay broken on my bed, hugging my scarred body, I still wonder if maybe, just maybe a part of you still loves me...
-Sethu♡
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100 Weeks To Get Over You
PoetryShe loves him. He loved her. That's the sad part, the past tense in that sentence.
