In someways
I hate you
And
in someways
I love you
I hate you
For absorbing this
For reading this
And for living through it
With all the thrill
I love you
For letting me
share my thoughts
it unburdens me
and that's what
no one can buy me
But In someways
I resent
how can you think
you know me
even though you know
only a shadow of
Who I am.
P.S : I'm not sure, hope it makes some sense.
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