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might’ve seemed like a nice guy with nice intentions, but I’d also met the devil before and he was dressed in men’s clothing.
Hate and love were like swimming, except one happened in a pool and one happened in the ocean. One, you could swim around without worry, open your eyes under the water, and touch the bottom if you got tired. The water was calm and non-threatening, and that was hate. Love was the ocean. It was unpredictable, creating waves to roll you up in, only to crash you back down in a tumble of salt watery eyes and burning lungs. It was infested with vicious animals, lurking and waiting to attack if you didn’t drown in the riptides first. One way or another, the ocean would destroy you, and love was
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I was a person people left. It was something about me. The ugly in me made them do it, I guess.
Lucky people were loved in spite of their ugliness. No one wanted to stick around me long enough to love me in spite of mine.
