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I hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way you talk,
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the way you sang my favorite song when I was med,
I hate how you said i love you,
I hated the way you hit me when you got buzzed,
I hated the way you couldn't control you temper,
But I'm glad your rotting in jail.

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