I hate the way you treat me.
I hate the way you insult me.
I hate the way you love me.
I hate the way you try to kiss me.
It's strange the way you look like.
It's strange the way your look strikes.
It's strange the way you try to find me as a guilty
but more strange is the fact we fuse that quickly.
I was really interested in your hobbies.
I was really interested in your life, your stories.
I was really interested in you and your craziness
but genuinely, not in your fucking foolishness.
I love the way you forget me.
I love the way you ignore me.
I love the way you understand me
But not as much I love this hyperbole.
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