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I hate the fact that my heart doesn’t grow,
And I hate the smell of cigarette smoke.
I hate the birds that spread their wings in the sky,
And I hate it when a big heart tells a lie.
I hate it when I have no control,
And I hate the thought of getting too old.
I hate being so far away,
And I hate hearing that everything will be okay.
I hate the sand that holds back the seas,
But most of all I hate not knowing how my life is going to be.





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