I love you, but I hate you.
I want you, but I never want to see you again.
I want to talk to you, but I want to kill you.
I want to be with you, but you won’t let me.

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if i’m ever talking to you about anything even remotely personal and i start crying or my voice strains just know that you’re important to me and i’m chipping away at my wall for you because i usually turn my emotions into jokes so i don’t actually have to deal with them

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