I hate love
I hate that I want it
I hate that I need it
I hate how I feel with it
I hate that I do not have it
I hate that I can’t find it
I hate that I’m lost in it
I hate that I can fly with it
I hate that I fall into it
I hate how I look when in it
I hate love
I hate it
I hate that I love love
I love to hate love
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Amber Zajec
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