I wish you knew how much I hate you.
I wish you knew that I can't stand you.
I wish you knew the ache my lips face from these words ever having the privilege of escaping.
But, alas...
You don’t know.
I wish you knew that I can't stand you.
I wish you knew the ache my lips face from these words ever having the privilege of escaping.
But, alas...
You don’t know.
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