.
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.
