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and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you smile at me,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your hands in my hair
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
I hate the way youre 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 youre not around,
and the fact that you didnt call.
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.