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I'm complicated
I love a boy, but he doesn't love me I walk, he runs; I fall, he flys I see him, he sees through me I'm a hater I hate the way he makes me feel I hate how I think he still cares I hate how he knows me so well I hate him I'm a lover I love the butterflies i feel when he's around I love the way my name sounds on his lips I love the man he can be, but also the boy I love him I'm complicated I know I can't tell him I want him, he wants her I'm here, he's there, and there, and there I cannot be in love
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