I'm starting to
develop a growing
hatred for you.
Each day and
each night, when
you praise that man,
I develop a
growing hatred
for you.
Each day and
each night, when you
call me fowl names,
I develop a
growing hatred
for you.
Each time, when you
choose to satisfy
your addiction,
instead of my needs,
I develop a
growing hatred
for you.
Every passing
second and
minute,
I develop a
growing hatred
for you.
But then,
late at night,
I realise,
I'm nothing
without you.
Then, I develop a
growing unconditional
love for you.
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