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This is a poem called, "I don't like you very much, at all."
And it's a poem because I'm not saying it.
I could be saying it.
And everyday, I get closer to saying it.

At this point in the poem,
I could write your name.
But in truth, this poem isn't directed at a specific person right now.
Write, now: ______________ (Their name.)

But I've felt this way before,
And I'll feel that way again.
So,
Be prepared.

-D