I hate it when you talk to me
I hate it when you are quiet
I hate it when you change your mind
I hate your every slight
I hate when you are oblivious
Completely of my existence
I hate it when my heart sings
Merely by your presence
I hate that you’re always late
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate you and my fate
My hatred makes me laugh at self
Though I want to cry
Even if I try.


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