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Oct 2010
you just never seem to surprise me,
you're crass, filth and disgrace,
you make me sick to my stomach,
you lie right to my face,
you're poison, septic and vile,
you **** the good from all around,
you step on everyone to get ahead,
you live off bringing others down,
your world is just that, yours, but
you still don't get the right to abuse,
you have taken my fight, my heart, and mind,
you made me just something to use.
(c) 20/10/10- From Feeling the Painting
Bellis Tart
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