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That Boy

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Now I'm that girl that I hated. And he's that boy I hate. And I dont care, because I love the boy I hate. As an abstract thought, it was far-fetched at best. But in black and white it's final, frightehing to admit, because I didn't want to love that boy I hate. I didn't want him in my mind; I didn't want him in my heart. I didn't want to want him.





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