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I hate how much I still think about you I hate how much I can’t even be sure if I like another guy I hate how my heart hurts when I think about you I hate how your name always appears when I’m doodling on my paper I hate that I still try I hate that I still let you hurt me I hate that I think I have a fucking chance I hate that your voice is my favorite sound I hate how I’m not able to decide if I like someone else or not now I hate how you made me think everyone is going to hurt me I hate how you make me feel like a joke I hate how you take advantage of my feelings I hate that I still cherish the memories we had I hate it!!!
