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I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, 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.
~Adapted from Ten Things I hate About You~

I don't hate you, really I don't.
I'm not upset or hurt, angry or in pain.
We've both grown up, we'll both move on.

Life is like the sun,
there are highs and lows,
but the most important thing is what everyone forgets,
it always rises tomorrow.