If only I could.
You, I hate you. Every time I hear your voice, I recoil under my blankets. Every time your foot steps approach my door.. My heart beat quickens, I pray that you won't open the door. Yesterday night, you touched my hand. I don't know what I was thinking, but naturally I recoiled and you slapped me. The times you've ripped my hair out. The times where you've threatened me with a knife. The times where your eyes bulge and dilate with anger, and oh, the times when I've wished you would drop on the spot.
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