Thief That Stole My Heart
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I hate her, so much.
Almost with a burning passion.
And it's not something I feel for just no reason.
Nor is it because of something that happened years ago.
It's because she's always taking what I want.
Always taking what's mine.
Foreword
At first it was just a harmless jealousy when she moved in from America and still managed to be the first ranked in school, not class, but school; which I had worked hard for.
Then it was grabbing the teachers admiration, telling the class they should be more like her; it used to be me smiling so proudly.
She even got close with my friends and now they're always comparing us and saying she's better; I should know it's teasing, but I don't like it.
That's how I grew to hate her.
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