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*crosses her fingers in the desperate hope that it's not*
please. don't let this be. i hate him more than anyone, one of the purest emotions i have ever felt, i loathe him.
but you know what they say, love and hate are opposite poles and just as attractive.
what of loathing?
don't let this intense, passionate, all-encompassing hatred be anyhting more. whoever, whatever's out there, whatever fate, cruel god, twisted chess players dictating my life: don't let this be. i know i'm more than a match for him, but he's not worth it.
why can't i just let this go?
(you get under my skin)
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