Claudia Ancieta

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate when you stare, I hate the way you read my mind.
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 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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