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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 it...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 when youre not around,

and the fact that you didnt 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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