Hate feels like such an emotionally packed word.
But in this moment, it’s the most accurate of my feelings.
I hate how you make me feel.
I hate how I love you with every fiber of my being.
I hate these feelings that I have inside.
Why does your love have to feel so toxic?
Why does it have to hurt me?
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My heart stumbles and crawls back into my chest
It cries out to be loved
To feel warmth and appreciation.
This lesson feels like I’m shredding the pages of my story
I hate how this feels
How I can love you and hate you all at once.
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Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
Come sit with me awhile. Writing is my favorite kind of magic—conjuring dark worlds, forbidden souls, and stories that haunt long after the last page. Lately, I’ve wandered deeper into psychology, the mind, and the shadows within us all...
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