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Aug 2010
I can't believe you looked me in the eyes,
while you ****** me in with promises and lies.
Told me stories, never true,
about the things that made you you.
And all the while you crafted your disguise.

Just what was it made me **** an easy mark?
Was it personal for you or just a lark?
You played it very cool,
while making me the perfect fool.
You're a ***** who's bite is way worse than her bark.

But you know what, now its over I ain't sad
You'll see revenge it tastes so sweet I'm almost glad
See I've been driven by a cause
and thats to see that you get yours
And if you don't like the taste, too ******' bad!
A Thomas Hawkins
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A Thomas Hawkins  Canada
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