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I hate the way you smile. I hate how your laugh makes me happy, and pinches my heart. I hate your beautiful eyes and the enchanting song I hear when they look at me. I hate the softness of your boobs, and the marvellous taste of your nipples. I hate how dreaming about you makes me hard, and how weak I feel when you're not next to me. I hate the dots in your neck, the shape of your nose. I hate the smell of your hair, the touch of your hands. I hate our love and passion, and the story we had. How much my heart bleeds of despair knowing we might not be together. You're better than the girl of my dreams. You're real. I hate that.