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Dec 2013
OH Monday! How I loath your existence
You strive from Satan *****.
Do you think people like your presence?
Go away, please go away, you demon!
Oh Monday, we’ll never be eye to eye.
Oh Monday, please don’t cry.
It’s not your fault that you’re ugly.
It’s not your fault that you make me want to die.
is it clear that you only hate Mondays because your life *****?
Monica Cristina Bustillo
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Monica Cristina Bustillo  Puerto Rico
(Puerto Rico)   
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