I hate the way you look at me.
I hate it that you are always worried about your hair.
I hate it that whrn you grab my hand.
I hate it when you stare
I hate your smile.
and the way you always read my mind.
I hate you it makes me sick.
it even makes me cry.
I hate the way you 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 were not around.
and that you never called.
but mustly I hate, the way that I don't hate you.
not even close.
not even at all.
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