Ja

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 combats 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 that you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call.
But the mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all..

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