Sometimes...
Sometimes I love you,
sometimes I hate you.
Sometimes I run from you,
sometimes I could hug you.
You’re good to me and bad to me,
you make me smile,
you make me cry.
You’re there for me and then you disappear.
I just don’t know how I live with you.
But I guess I have no choice,
you are me.
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