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May 2014
It ****** me off,
Into a homicidal rage.
It ****** me off,
Being tricked into a cage.
She used to be nice,
Treating me as a friend.
But now she's a vice,
Treating me like a Fein.
I want her dead,
By my own two hands.
Maby that's why,
                             She smells like death...
Nameless
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Nameless  martin, TN
(martin, TN)   
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