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 youre 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 youre not around, and the fact that you didnt call.
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you, not even close not even a little bit not even at all.
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