A simple look,
A simple touch,
A simple memory...
Is enough to tear my heart apart.
I hate it.
The feeling of hoplessness.
And I only have you to blame.
The love and adortion I once felt,
Has been replaced with a deep hate.
I can only hate you,
Never can I love you,
For you are nothing but a demon.
I hope one day,
I can look at you,
Without feeling this sorrow...
-Ann
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