.... but I hate being here as much as you do
I hate being in this presence
I hate losing my friends
I hate to find most of them are not exactly friends
I hate my lunch time
I hate to try to fit in
I hate being treated like an outsider
I hate being the subject for gossipers
I hate just to sit here at the first place
I hate this uncertainty
Despite all,
I had probably never told you...
I love you that much.
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