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Jan 2012
I’m done being Mr. Nice guy,
I’m not fit for this role,
I just wanna live a little,
Who gives a **** if I’m an *******.

No more cliches,
Done with this perfect world crap,
Been fed with too much drama,
It’s like a big death trap.

Never again will I go on,
Running like I’m somebody,
But in truth,
Nobody even knows me.

Done feeling sorry for myself,
I’m done with you and this ****,
**** all of you,
I am who I am and that’s Legit.

—Thomas James Written on January 9, 2012
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