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Mar 04, 2006 11:09

I hate the way you talk to me.

And the way you (dont) cut your hair.

I hate the way you drove my car.

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb hiking 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 it that you're 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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