love
it's not love
far from such a thing
if it were love
i would be able to help you
and not call you things that you weren't
far from such a thing
if it were love
i would be able to help you
and not call you things that you weren't
pathetic blue
i hate you enough to want to gouge your pathetic blue eyes out i love you enough for your weak insults to count you smile at me with a grin that's fake and tell me to smile more so i do i grin and i laugh and i scream and i yell and i giggle and then you tell me to shut up because my pure existence annoys you i hate you enough to plan your death and watch you bleed out i love you enough to be upset for your death to count
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