I hate seperating your clothes from mine because you don't stay here anymore
I hate putting your items in a box and not on my shelves
I hate sleeping and holding my stuffed animals instead of you
I hate missing you and not seeing you
I hate that when you think of the good times, you get angry
I hate that no matter how hard I try to prove to you things will be different, you still don't want me
I hate that you seem happier with out me
I hate that you don't love me anymore
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