Katarina's Poem
"I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate the way you stare I hate your big combat boots and the way you read my mind I hate you so much it makes me sick it even makes me rhyme I hate the way you're always right I hate the way you lie I hate it when you make me laugh and even more when you make me cry I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call but mostly I hate it that I don't hate you not even close, not a little bit, not even at all."
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