Plagiarism is not advisable. You'll hear a gunshot if we see it happening anywhere.
I wish you’ve never been so sweet, I wish you weren’t too special, I wish you never became my world. The problem is you are. I wish I didn’t know you and I wish I didn’t love you. The problem is I do.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Hate.

BROKEN HEART Pictures, Images and Photos


I mentioned,
I have to hate you eventhough I don't want to.
The way you treat me is brutal.

When I accidentally look at you,
it hurts in the inside. Deep.
Eye-to-eye contact,
one of the hurting ones.

Do I have the rights to hate him?
Yes, I do.
Do I even know what does hate means?
Maybe, I deeply do.
How do I know I hate him?
The amount of pain I feel when I think about him.
Hate is one word?
About him.


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                                                                               Stella
                                                 

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