I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you tie your hairbun
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your rolling eye
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you know i lied
I hate it when you make me laugh(and smile a lot)
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way you're not around anymore
And the fact that you didn't call anymore
But mostly I hate the way I never hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Love,
hisham
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