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I didn't know at first. Taking your money, hitting you if you didn't give it to me, my hand would fly out for no reason on days when my mood was cloudy. You were so stupid that you couldn't tell anyone, and I found that funny. From then on, I cowardly bullied you because you were easy and weak. I thought that was all there was to it. But why do these strange thoughts keep lingering? When you cry, when you hang your head, one side of my chest quietly aches. Why do I keep wanting to just look at you? The desire to make you smile jumps out before the feeling that I should hate you. Every time I see you, my heart beats too loudly, too honestly. I hit you so I won't hold onto you, I push you away for fear we'll get close, but this emotion alone won't break. The more I try to deny it, the clearer it becomes. I'm sorry. It's a feeling that should disappear, but it won't go away. In a way that cannot be erased, I am liking you.