Hate is a Strong Word

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I hate that I thought you'd protect me
I hate that you would lie
I hate that you never seemed to care about me like you did the other kids
But most of all I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that I want to hate you
But the child heart of mine tell me someday you'll be proud to call me your daughter and for that I hold on

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