stephanie vallejo (10-30-81)
I hate the way you make me cry.
I hate that you keep hurting me.
I hate the way you make me feel.
I hate that you make me feel like
I should be someone els, but most
of all I hate you.
Can't you see the way you make me
feel? I look at myself, and all I
see is you putting me on a shelf.
I hate I'm in a box with locks.
I hate the way you look at me.
I hate the way you make me sick.
I realy hate the way you make me
I hate the way things endded up.
Maybe I hate myself, more than
Stephanie Elia Vallejo
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