The Truth.

It has to be spilled.
I can't keep hiding it.
I think it's obvious.
The truth is blowing my mind.
Making me go crazy.
I like you.
That's the truth.
I bet you know.
You've always known,
or at least guessed it.
But you hate me,
and I know it.
That'll stay the same,
forever not changing,
I'll like you.
But not forever.
You'll be the one,
crawling after me in the end.





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