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Am I crazy?
Am I crazy that I love you, despite the way you look at me, with such hatred in your eyes?
Am I crazy that I love you, even when you humiliate me, in front of everyone?
Am I crazy that I love you, when you walked right past me, without even acknowledging my presence?
Am I crazy to think that, you can still love me, inspite of you, blatantly saying you would never?
Am I crazy that I love the way, you break my heart?
break my hope.
break my spirit.
why do I love you, despite you killing me each day with your words?
maybe, because it fed my fucked up mind, and maybe because I wanted to hear you say it.
maybe I'm not crazy.
I just want to hurt.

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