Hate you now

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Can’t stop thinking about  you 

I am sorry if it bothers you 

You started the damn thing 

To me it’s everything  


I don’t why and how 


But the truth is 


It’s happening now 


I am afraid I can’t fight it  


Whatif you can help 


It can be forever or never 


But since it has a start 


It can’t be never 


May be something else 


Strong like hatred


Which was love 


Taken for granted 


Confused with friendship, 


Compared to good hearts


I hate you now 


You can’t finish what you started 


It hurts a little more


And deep inside 


I hate myself more 


Because I let you in.  
Glad to see you here, My name is Colette MUKAGATERA welcome to my personal blog. I'm an aspiring writer since 2016. I will be sharing experiences, love stories, poetry, and anything else that can be expressed in written form.

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