And the sad thing is
If you didn't hate me
I bet we'd be friends
And the mad thing is
If you didn't hate me
I would not pretend
To hate you back
Sometimes when I feel sentimental
I tell myself you're pretending too
And I think of all the fun things we could do
Instead of fighting
But the sad thing is
I think you really hate me
Because I think that I would too
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Noah Malice (
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This is profound in an almost casual way. Gets you to think. Good write, thank you for sharing it.
Thanks for reading.
That's exactly where the crux lies!
Searing honesty, yes, profound, if only a lot of us realize this and have the courage to face ourselves. Thanks....
Thank you.
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