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I don’t like this game. Hundreds of eager fingers, Racing for recognition. Racing for fame. I don’t like this cliché. Swooning women, Making young hearts melt. Putting the illiterate to dismay. I really hate this irony. Independent women, Eager to be unique and obscene. Conforming to age old stereotypical crap.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Pessimism
I don’t like this game. Hundreds of eager fingers, Racing for recognition. Racing for fame. I don’t like this cliché. Swooning women, Making young hearts melt. Putting the illiterate to dismay. I really hate this irony. Independent women, Eager to be unique and obscene. Conforming to age old stereotypical crap.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
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