January 3, 2008
By Jessica Reed, North Wales, PA

I hate what you stand for
I hate what you represent
I hate what you do to me
And all the words you said you meant
I hate the actions you take
I hate when you say you won’t
I hate the nights alone with you
And the fact that I sort of don’t
I hate not knowing what to do
I hate not knowing who you are
I hate crying over you
And that you can be so very far
But don’t you see,
Out of everything I hate
I hate the most that you are me.

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