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Questions, oh questions

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Do you have any idea what you did to me?

You made me hate the most beautiful things.

I hate roses, I hate the river, I hate the sunset.

But I hate myself more. Because I can't seem to hate you.

Trust me, I tried.

Was it inevitable to happen? Or was it me who made that happen?

If time could be turned back would you be with me now?

If I never took you to the boat ride would the situation be different now?

These are questions that are latched in my heart and I know the answers will never be found, just like you.