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 damn combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much that it makes me sick and 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 worst 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, not even at all.
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