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It was 2007 when I first met him and although he made it clear that I won’t ever be good enough for him, a part of me never let go. I didn’t want to, I suppose. I hate his fucked up attitude, I hate his feeling-less words for me, I want to bury him in the pain he has caused me; but most of all, I hate the way I don’t him, not even close, not even a little bit. Not even at all…

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