• Therapy

    by  • November 21, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Depression • 0 Comments

    I hate you. I hate the way you look at me, the way your glare penetrates my soul. I hate the way you stare at every inch of my body. The way you accuse me of the scars that are left on your arms. I hate you. I hate the way your lips tremble when the spit hate at me. I hate the way your arms try to find my neck. I loathe the way your nose flares when your in tears. I hate the way you wear all your lies and try to suffocate me with them. I hate you. I hate you, the person in the mirror..

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