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I hate that I have nothing but love songs.
Funny the way that I’ve been in love, could one day reflect to me as hate.
Of course, this wouldn’t mean a thing anymore within the next few days because this is written in spite.
Jealousy and anger can not be mixed together.
For once it’s mixed, you get pain and sadness.
All in equality.
My dear, this is an emotional dump.
“I’ll be okay, don’t worry.”
Always, always a lie.
The easiest most overused lie.
Love, yours truly.