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I love the way you laugh cheekily through your lungs like a young child visiting the park for the first time in Autumn I hate the way you laugh squeakily through your intoxicated lungs like a misbehaved child harassing other children at the park in Winter I love the way you walk with a spring of contentedness oblivious to the despair surrounding you I hate the way you walk with a spring of arrogance not caring about anybody inferior I love the way your dimples appear as storms as your smile spreads across your face resembling the ocean I hate the way your crooked dimples attack your bitter teeth like daggers I love the way you talk so passionately about nothing that matters at all, something so insignificant I hate the way you talk so ignorantly about everything that doesn't matter in the slightest I love the way you analyse things with such interrogation and adventure like the youth hunting for their Christmas presents early I hate the way you over-analyse situations that are not linked to you in any way I love you I hate you **I hate the way I really ******* love you**
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
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I love the way you laugh cheekily through your lungs like a young child visiting the park for the first time in Autumn I hate the way you laugh squeakily through your intoxicated lungs like a misbehaved child harassing other children at the park in Winter I love the way you walk with a spring of contentedness oblivious to the despair surrounding you I hate the way you walk with a spring of arrogance not caring about anybody inferior I love the way your dimples appear as storms as your smile spreads across your face resembling the ocean I hate the way your crooked dimples attack your bitter teeth like daggers I love the way you talk so passionately about nothing that matters at all, something so insignificant I hate the way you talk so ignorantly about everything that doesn't matter in the slightest I love the way you analyse things with such interrogation and adventure like the youth hunting for their Christmas presents early I hate the way you over-analyse situations that are not linked to you in any way I love you I hate you **I hate the way I really ******* love you**
jade-ellen
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
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