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Love You have no idea
How every time you touch me, I want to puke.
You have no idea who I
Really am, how, if I showed you,
I know I would be hated.
You have no idea how much of a liar I might be
How they overload who I am
And make your head spin
Or your stomach flip
And
Fill with butterflies
You have no idea how much
I hate you…
…for loving me…
