Wednesday, 05 May 2010
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I hate
I hate that I'd be happy to see you
I hate that I'd be excited to see you
I hate how I'd think of you during the day
I hate how I'd dream of you during the night
I hate how I'd wonder
what couldve been
I hate how there was
never a couldve been
I hate your perfume
and the smell it leaves behind
I hate your beauty
and the longing it left behind
I hate how you'd make me regret
the choices I've made
I hate how I'd give almost anything
for that chance
I hate how you would never
give me a chance
I hate your voice
I hate your style
I hate your walk
I hate your attitude
I hate you
But most of all
I hate myself
For hating you still.



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