I hate you.

I hate you.

It is not that I hate yourself, what happens is that I love you and I know that whenever I talk it bothers you but I think you do not know that every time you talk to me I get excited, I hear your name and I smile.
You do not know you fascinate me, but I know that you dont love me. So I hate you, I hate you because you are so perfect for me and that you make me feel this and I hate you, I hate you for not see that I can make you feel the same. I hate you more than anything because I can not hate, just love you...

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