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You hate me because

You think

That I have

What you want

And you want me

To give it to you

But you don’t know


To ask

And you’re afraid

If you do

I won’t give it

But what you think

I have

Is in you

You hate yourself

But you call it love

And you hate me

Because I am love

Because I love

You hate

But you can love



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