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Apr 27, 2006 22:51

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

Oh teen movies how I love thee
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