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Jul 2011
I hate the way he's so sarcastic. 
I hate the way he isn't the jealous type. 
I hate the way he has his own smirk. (which I claim the awesomest.)
I hate his too perfect face. 
I hate his laugh.
I especially hate his voice over the phone. 
I just plain HATE his chill personality.
His comfort. 
The annoying way he breaks down because he thinks that we've fallen too far, because we simply are far. 
I hate, hate, HATE how we always had our ways to stay okay.

And most of all, I hate how now there's no him.
Stacey L
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Stacey L  23/Toronto
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