I hate that you're always sick,because it makes me weak.
I hate it when I see you tired
and everytime we fight.
I hate the way you tease me,
and with just a kiss its ok.
I hate it when you make me wait,
though I know I will forever.
I hate it when you make me cry
and then look into my eyes.
Most of all, I hate it that I don't hate you,
not now, not even a little bit,
not even at all.
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