Unit 23

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Hate consumed me,

to find any reason to hate you.


This pain was too much,

I thought, 

Leave now and break his heart. 

or leave later ruining your life and this relationship.

Hanging on seemed dangerous, 

playing with fire.

If I stayed, it may have looked like

I was using you.

And that's not love, I can't act a lie.

And I love acting.


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