i hate just waiting for you to say something to me.
i hate you being mad at me, and me not knowing what to do.
i hate that i always cry and can't stop.
i hate that i can't do anything to make this better.
i hate that i don't even know anymore.
looks like another night with a wet pillliow.
pce.
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