I dislike you.
I loathe your taste.
I detest your laugh.
I abhor your smile.
I shudder at once being together.
I bear malice to your contact.
I shrink from your messages.
I recoil from pleas of friends.
I hate that I ever loved you.
It's reprehensible that you think I'd be nice to you.
When I was rejected.
I was jilted.
I was forsaken.
I was unvalued.
I was uncared for.
I became unloved.
Tell me, how we can be amicable when all I remember of you are versions of hate?
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