I hate the way you drive your car
I hate it when you stare
I hate the way you ignore me; & 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 often 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 you’re not around , & 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.
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