You make my stomach turn. You make me feel empty, as if I have nothing inside of me yet this invisible matter still manages to churn itself inside of me, ripping me apart and making it hard to breathe.
Breathe, I can't even do that when you around. It's like the most simple of tasks become impossible when I'm in your presence.
I can't run away because I'm shaking too hard to open the door, and I can't scream at you because you've trapped me so very cleverly in a little corner that will crumble only to hurt me.
I hate everything you've done to me, and I hate the way you make me feel like the smallest, most insignificant, foul creature that ever woke the planet. I'm also really starting to hate you, for the very first time in my life.
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