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I'm not always going to be there One day, your ignorant, harsh remarks won't even be able to effect me. When that day comes, I hope you understand How living your life so obliviously Has ultimately attributed to my demise. And when that day comes I hope you weep Knowing that words can cut As deep as a Knife.
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
That Day
I'm not always going to be there One day, your ignorant, harsh remarks won't even be able to effect me. When that day comes, I hope you understand How living your life so obliviously Has ultimately attributed to my demise. And when that day comes I hope you weep Knowing that words can cut As deep as a Knife.
emily-----
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
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