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I hate it when the smell of cigarette smoke embeds itself in my hair.
I hate it when the clock doesn't move, knowing you're not there.
I hate it when I look too forward, not expecting the morning after.
I hate the way I play it off and stumble over drunken laughter.
I hate the repercussions and the heaviness of glazed eyes.
I hate the second verse of the song that plagues my mind.
I hate to ask for help and depend on hopes and dreams.
I hate to be the one to hear the sounds of broken screams.
I hate the irony of the best of myself at my worst.
I hate the way you're always the one who gets to hear it first.
But I love the feeling you give me.
The feeling of being untouchable.
And I love the feeling you give me.
The feeling of being so high up.
And I love the feeling you give me.
Of never being torn down.
So what I hate is obsolete.
It doesn't matter anymore, I'm complete.