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  1. So a wrote a poem for you. Twat.

    I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
    I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
    I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
    I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
    I hate the way you're always right, Thate it when you lie.
    I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
    I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
    But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. (No I lied I do hate you why did u make this)

    Don’t search it I made the poem

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    1. Here’s another poem.

      Ur a smelly bum and u made a smelly fart.
      Now u make me cry with ur smelly peice of art.

      Last Edited Sun 19 Oct 2025 08:11PM UTC

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      1. i love u too bum

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    2. ur a poet and u didn’t even know it… so original 🥱

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