I'm sitting here listening to The Story of the Year's song "Until the day I die" and it makes me think of you. One part of the song that stands out to me is "My hands are at your throat and I think I hate you" I wish I could do that to you, When I think about you I think about how I hate you and what you did to me. I remember when I loved you but you did not care you used me and I let you.
But I could not stop it whatever we had but I loved you so much it made me sick. I told myself that I would never let anyone be my everything but I let you be and you threw it away. So "My hands are at your throat and I think I hate you" keeps playing in my head and I think I hate you for what you did. The song keeps playing again and again in my head and I realize I do not hate you and the song disappears with every thought of you.
But I could not stop it whatever we had but I loved you so much it made me sick. I told myself that I would never let anyone be my everything but I let you be and you threw it away. So "My hands are at your throat and I think I hate you" keeps playing in my head and I think I hate you for what you did. The song keeps playing again and again in my head and I realize I do not hate you and the song disappears with every thought of you.



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