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Oct 31, 2004 19:40


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 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 you're not around and 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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