.

I hate your bright, warm smile,

Oh I hate your loud laugh

And the way your voice sings

When I make stupid jokes,

I hate the way you gaze

At me from time to time,

I hate that you see through

Me even if you don’t,

I hate the way you play

Thoughtlessly with your hair,

I hate your joyous smile

And your grandiose dreams,

I hate your cute freckles

And the blue of your eyes,

I hate that you are close

And yet so far away,

I hate this strange feeling

I get, staring at you,

I hate the way you are,

I hate the way I am,

But most and above all

I hate that I do not…

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The Book of the Damned, chapter 8, verse 5.