I hate coffee breath,
And I hate stairs.
I hate people who give me disappointing glares.
I hate the thought of being normal,
And I hate saying please.
I hate falling and always landing on my knees.
I hate wearing shoes,
And I hate being off beat.
I hate getting picked up and swung off my feet.
I hate being materialistic,
And I hate the color red.
I hate rolling over early and getting out of bed.
But I do love your company,
And I love the best that's ever been mine.
I love when the sun has a warm and vintage shine.
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