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Dec 2019
You are the thorn on my side,
the little ***** inside the skin of my thumb.
You are that constant pain in my neck,
that won't disappear even if I crack it numb.

I hate you with every fiber of my being,
not a day goes by without my life left ruined.
You annoy the ******* **** out of me,
But I just can't seem to set myself free.
Alfonso Manuel Nolasco
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Alfonso Manuel Nolasco  M/Philippines
(M/Philippines)   
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