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Oct 2013
i dread you,
i hate you,
iΒ Β loathe you so,
with 7 whole hours of hell,
why go?
all i know is,
that at 20 after 2,
i'll be as far away from you like the sun and the moon.
Written by
Michael  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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