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Love And Hate

I.Love.You
Wonderful words, quick spoken
Wonderful words, quick broken

I.Hate.You
Painful words, quick to be said
Painful words, becoming sad

Love and Hate, opposite of each other,
Or is it? Both can be such a bother.

When your not near, I feel sad
I say I hate you, and feel bad.
But when you are here, Im happy
I say I love you, and you love me.

I hate the strange feeling
I hate the sleepless night
I love when you call
I love when you hold me tight

So when you are not here, I hate the feeling called love
I wont deny I absolutely do
But those two words, Hate and Love
Are said in the same sentence, I hate that I Love You

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