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Jan 2011
I hate my, hate my, hate my...what?
Never mind, my hate is shut.
Want to **** it, **** it...why?
I can't because this ****'s a lie.
Burn it, trash it, leave it...how?
My spineless hands, they won't allow.
You don't, you don't, you don't...do you?
It's okay, I see right through you.
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