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Aug 2012
All you'll




                         Ever be





Is a waste




                                 Of ******* space.
And I swear,
If I ever have kids,
They will never know a father like you.
And I'll give them everything you couldn't give me.
I swear, they'll have the best father.
And I swear, if we ever meet again,
I will not be responsible for my actions.
You make me sick to my ******* stomach
with all the excuses you made,
with all the lies you told.
I hope karma hits you
like a train on its tracks at full speed.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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