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Jan 2014
does it get boring,
disposing of people,
does it ever lose its touch?

underneath all that disposal,
you’re the real garbage,
came clutch?

i hope thats not the case at all
i hope you gained nothing from this all
i hope you feel barley nothing
i hope you feel nine inches tall

because your not the bigger person
and i'm the one who’s making gains
but people are starting to finally realize
all your little tricks and games

did you’d think they wouldn’t catch up
did you think you got away
i finally understand why people
used to always call you

snake
Laura
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Laura  26/F/Toronto
(26/F/Toronto)   
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