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I hate myself for when I am around you. For me still longing for your eyes and the way you always bring me ups to my downs. I hate myself for when I am with you. For me being so in love and superstitiously beliefs for some kind of destiny awaits us. I hate myself for when I am turn into pieces for you. For time to be flies that fast, until the dawn isn't breaking and the moon skies become pinkish hue; reflects the morning comes. I hate myself the most when I am turning you in. For when I am at the downs time of my life and still wanting you to be there. With me; unlightened and breaking my walls apart. I hate myself at worst when I am still searching you every there and then. For me wanting you here; watch me uphold all the ill-fated of my soul being so torned and wounded. I hate myself for letting you see me cries, over night. Over little things when my phase apart, over bigger things when my anxiety strikes me hard. And I hate being myself for loving you mad; without me knowing the risk for losing all i had.