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Just Like I Always Do.
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January - June 2006 At this minute,
I hate you.
I'd love to rape you,
Desecrate you,
Of all that you are.
I can't believe that we're here again,
Going around in circles,
When will it end?
I think that it's true,
What my friends say about you,
And what your friends say about me,
But it doesn't stop either of us coming back for more.
You're like a sore,
An itch that has to be scratched.
At this minute,
I hate you
So much.
I'd love to choke you.
But tomorrow I'll love you,
Just like I always do.
