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Mar 2016
This odd feeling
builds in my chest.
It rises into my throat,
trying to escape.
Finally I can no longer
hold it back.

A sick,
bitter,
twisted laugh
bursts free.

It is directed at
the ones
who have ruined
my life.

Joke's on them.

I will show them wrong.
Every.
Single.
One.
That I can do the things
that I want to do.

That I can, and will,
become more successful than them.

Joke's on them.
amabel
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amabel  in my feels
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