My Love Hate Relationship
It's truly beautiful how deep hate runs, how perfect it runs with life. How sick it can truly be. How far it can honestly go.
Hate and I go hand in hand, almost like it was meant to be. Hate and I have always been best of friends, ever since I can remember. Hate will always be there, watching my back, holding me close when you lose, standing there ready for a fight when you stand up. Hate doesn't care what I look like, or how I act, or what I say. Hate loves me for who I am, and despises what you are. It was just meant to be.♥
Hate and I go hand in hand, almost like it was meant to be. Hate and I have always been best of friends, ever since I can remember. Hate will always be there, watching my back, holding me close when you lose, standing there ready for a fight when you stand up. Hate doesn't care what I look like, or how I act, or what I say. Hate loves me for who I am, and despises what you are. It was just meant to be.♥
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