I hate being sad.
I try to tell myself I don't mind it, but when my mouth gets the certain taste of tears and the back of my eyes start to hurt because I'm holding back tears, I hate it.
I hate when I'm in a store and about to cry.
I hate when I want someone to hug me and listen to me, but no one's there.
I hate sadness.
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-K
As each ends, one more begins...
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