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Jan 2011
You come and you cry to me
With every ounce of insanity
And now you cannot trust me
*******, I helped and I attempted, you wouldn't let me
You could not handle the tone of sincerity
How dare you, how ******* dare you spit upon me as if I am trash
And burn me until I am nothing but a heap of ash
I spit upon you, you arrogant *****
With the salty razor blade you constantly lick
And attempt to swallow so it can slash your insides
And you go outside to fly your ******* kite
Which I bought with my money, when I could tolerate your *******
I'm done, I am simply frustrated, **** all of it...
And you attempt to con me out of the words, how dare you...
I will **** you before you **** yourself, it's not worth it to be suicidal when you have someone as powerful as me
It really is
That's all there is to it
Another brick in the wall has been hit...
Simon Fletcher
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