In my own words 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 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 when 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.
In A Perfect World... in a perfect world you wouldnt make fun of me or laugh at me because im not like you!
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