I hate you.
I hate you for being so kind. You make me feel like an ungrateful bastard.
I hate you for doing so many things for me. Because I know I sometimes do not have the capacity to do the same for you. (Or maybe sometimes you do not let me)
I hate how I cannot seem to help you as much as you help me.
Or rather, I hate myself for not being kind enough to make it up to you.
Maybe you should stop from being too kind.
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