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 red 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 at all.
ah <3
- M
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