You XXVI

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I hate the poems
I wrote about you
because I didn't lie
they've actually been true.

And I hate my feelings
I hate them too
because they're not for anyone
they're still for you.

And I hate everything
everything you do
because I did that
but now it reminds me of you.

And I hate
well, I hate that I cant sue
because my heart's been stolen
it's been stolen by you.

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