I don't know what I want. First I'm hurting for you, then I'm hating you, then I'm longing for you yet again. NO! I'm done I fucking hate all of this that your putting me through. Stop watching me walk away, stop undressing me with your eyes, stop missing, stop touching me, stop making me love you. I may not know who I am, who I will be, or what I want out of my life but I know, I know
I don't want you
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