I hate you, not for who you are but for what you have become.
I can still remember when you cared, when you didn't turn your head everytime you saw me.
I remembered when you could stare at me and think I was beautiful and not just a bump in the road.
I hate you because you no longer care, not for who you are.
I can still remember when you cared, when you didn't turn your head everytime you saw me.
I remembered when you could stare at me and think I was beautiful and not just a bump in the road.
I hate you because you no longer care, not for who you are.




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