When we kiss,

When we hold each other,

When our hands meet,

When we love one another,

When we do anything,

You always tell me that 

You hate me.

Am I truly that bad?

I wish you wouldn’t tell me

You hate me.

Even if you laugh,

Even if you smile,

You hate me.

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