I hate the way you talk to me,and the way you cut your hair.I hate the way you drive your car,I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. 
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close not even a little bit..

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