I hate when it gets close to me
I hate his voice
I hate her look
I hate when I chase
I hate when he calls
I hate the present
I hate your music
I hate your photos
I hate when you make me laugh
I hate your lies
I hate to play with my feelings
I hate her legs
I hate your hair
I hate your lies one day
I swore to be true
I hate it especially because you exist
But I hate most to me, still remember you ...
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