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Loving to Hate Love

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Peghan

Published: Aug 23, 2011

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I love you with all the hate I can muster. Your beautiful face makes me sick. Within your intelligent eyes I see nothing but density. You have become so old fashioned in your ways that you are modern. Your soft hair is greasy with lies and your foul mouth rots with delicateness.
The natural pose which you fight to maintain reeks with pollution. The words you whisper in my ear are sweet nothings, so I know we both detest them.
You are my hated friend and most doted on enemy. I despise you too much to adore, but I adore you too much to despise.

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I'm not sure what it means either

Tis not great but....

Lol, the temptation to call it 'A love-hate realtionship'

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WolfAvenge

Dec 18, 2011

If I could give out Daily Deviations this would so be one... the words are s... perfectly put and confusing at the same time that shows the perfect thought patterns of what's going on in one's head when they are going through a time like this. This is really well written!

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