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Mar 2012
Run
My anger is malnourished
Your here to fill my rage

Keep going
On and on

You don't know
You have no idea

Get ready to feel the end
The end of it all

Turn around
Hold out your hand
Take it. Take it from me. Go. Do it. Now.

NOW TAKE YOUR ****
AND RUN *****

How does it feel?
To rot away in the ground?

I hope the cancer eats you alive
And spits out your worthless soul

*****

"I hate people"
Anger from a day at school

types from phone
Written by
Aaron P
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