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Honest?
I
love you
When
I’m happy
I hate you
When my world fills with grey
Dull
Lacking substance
Hazy memories of what you once were fade away
I
love you
With your pretty mask
I hate you
When midnight strikes
Alone
In these honest revelations
The pain of knowing who you are
And what you could be
Rachel
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