I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you disobey me.
I hate it when you stare and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much, it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it,
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you makes me laugh, even worse you makes 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 bit,
not even at all.
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