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.
Written with ♥,
Stella
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