Story Of My Life.

I hate sleeping.
I hate dreaming.
I hate thinking about you.
I hate missing you.
I don’t want to worry about you.
I don’t want to turn around and not see you.
I don’t want to hate you, but I hate the fact that your not here with me.

Summary:
Sometimes we miss a person very much, and that makes our emotions feel mangled.

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