Vale, yes, I hate you . I hate one by one, all your looks that pierce and kill. Your gestures, your bloody smile, and those holes that you formed in the cheeks to the smile. I hate your voice, your neighborhood, and the softness of your touch. That security it gives me when you hold me, hate your words, each and every one of them, whatever they say, and mean what they mean, I hate them, because they leave your mouth .. Hopefully, I could tell you that some days , if it were not that; Your mouth, the only one in the world capable of silence mine the .
(say time and forgetfulness are like brothers twins, that you longing for more that one day you miss)
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