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I hate the way he makes me swoon. And the way he strips me bare. I hate the way his icy smile gleams. It pisses me off when he stares. I hate his big, cognac-brown eyes, And the way he runs my mind. I hate him so much it makes me sick, That I think about him all the time. I hate the way he talks his shit, In the dark when we're alone. I hate it when he makes me blush, Even worse when he makes me moan. I hate it when no one's around, That it's his name I call. But mostly, I hate the way I crave him, And how he makes me want to risk it all.