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You yelled,
You pointed fingers,
You slap boxed a computer screen.
You broke things that aren't yours,
You challenged Truth,
Now you're a memory,
Yet another 404.
You pointed fingers,
You slap boxed a computer screen.
You broke things that aren't yours,
You challenged Truth,
Now you're a memory,
Yet another 404.
If you let your anger burn hot as possible, you'll run out of candle.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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