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You're making me sick and miserable. It it in your nature to inflict wounds Of great and profound negativity. Your cold presence inhibits happiness, Imposing the permanent state of depression. With or without a heart, your existence Brings nothing but a cold touch Of your undeserved attention To the bodies and hearts of The earthly creatures.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
The melancholy of certain people and weather
You're making me sick and miserable. It it in your nature to inflict wounds Of great and profound negativity. Your cold presence inhibits happiness, Imposing the permanent state of depression. With or without a heart, your existence Brings nothing but a cold touch Of your undeserved attention To the bodies and hearts of The earthly creatures.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
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