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Mar 2012
Do you try and make my life a living hell?
The words they use are bitter and distressed.
Do you want to make me feel so all alone?
The way you speak to me, it is not caring.
If the world ended tomorrow, would you look for me?
Chances are you wouldn't care at all.
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