I hate the way you talk to me and the
way you cut your hair. I hate the way
you drive my 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 that 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, not even any at all.
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