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I hate the way I'm lonely and the way
You call me by my middle name, Marie.
I hate how you weren't here on Saturday.
Instead I called you and watched some tv.
I hate that I can see your car parked at
Some college girl's house. The worst thing is you
Won't be here at ten or later than that.
I hate your perfect smile and your hair-do.
I even hate myself for thinking we
Were more than friends. I hate your warm embrace.
I hate our stars we chose out by the sea.
I hate how you ignored me to my face.
Here are ten things I hate about you, still
I can't deny my heart and how I feel.
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