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love and hate are not so different

by kayleyclemmer77

you have hurt me and betrayed me. you have lied to me,and you know more than well you did. but i still cannot bear the thought of being without you ; i guess part of my pitiful and dying heart loves you still. it beats with joy when you're near,but you are the one who tore it to pieces and then left it still in my chest. my blood is on your hands now. i hope you can see the way it misses being in my body as it drips from your fingers— just as i miss you on lonely days. i hate you and love you all the same.
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16!! somewhat possessed by a 19th century poet:3

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Lillian Mclemore
<p>This is a really good poem. I put it in my writing style and made a few minor changes, if you want you can claim it as your own since it technically is you want to claim it as your own you can, I give you full permission since it technically is your story.</p><p>You have hurt me</p><p>Betrayed me</p><p>You&#39;ve lied to me&nbsp;</p><p>You know more now than you once did</p><p>I still can&#39;t bear the thought of not being with you</p><p>I guess part of my ptiful, dying heart still loves you</p><p>It beats with joy when your near</p><p>It beats even though you were the one whom tore it to pieces and left it in my chest</p><p>Blood is on your hands</p><p>I hope you see how it misses body</p><p>It expresses its angst as it drips of your fingers</p><p>It expresses its angst just as I on those lonesome days</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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