maybe both.

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i hate him.
i adore him.
i want him.
i hate that i want him.
i want to hate him.
i should hate him.
i shouldn’t want him.
but then he walks into the room,
and my heart still pounds,
begging and begging,
“look at him darling.
isn’t he just a dream?”
a dream or
a nightmare or
maybe both.

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