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Maybe I'm meant to be miserable, So people treat me like **** Do I deserve it? Am I cruel to you like you're cruel to me, Do I get off on it? That's the question, Masochism for the win, I ask for it. Something about my ******* face, Disturbing and queer, Heck I'm not even ugly, You're the ugly ones, Plastic faceless ******** Hit the new trend Hit the new music Hit the new style I'll hit your face Ignorance Depression I get help, yeah I do. Did. Whatever. They told me im obsessed with you Im low risk Im low risk to your ******* way of life You want to underpay me I'll undercut you You want to hack my facebook I'll hack you to shreds with words ***** ***** **** wankers, **** you all, every one of you. Sticks and stones will break my bones I hope my words sear into your soul I get caught up bent and frustrated How can I forgive the intent The action is done is gone it's past Its the intent that burns, lingers, smoke in my flaming ******* face There is no other consequence to your actions but to physically and Emotionally scar me for life. You're changing me But I'll just get stronger You'll always be weak.
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 4:55 AM UTC
Rant #1
Maybe I'm meant to be miserable, So people treat me like **** Do I deserve it? Am I cruel to you like you're cruel to me, Do I get off on it? That's the question, Masochism for the win, I ask for it. Something about my ******* face, Disturbing and queer, Heck I'm not even ugly, You're the ugly ones, Plastic faceless ******** Hit the new trend Hit the new music Hit the new style I'll hit your face Ignorance Depression I get help, yeah I do. Did. Whatever. They told me im obsessed with you Im low risk Im low risk to your ******* way of life You want to underpay me I'll undercut you You want to hack my facebook I'll hack you to shreds with words ***** ***** **** wankers, **** you all, every one of you. Sticks and stones will break my bones I hope my words sear into your soul I get caught up bent and frustrated How can I forgive the intent The action is done is gone it's past Its the intent that burns, lingers, smoke in my flaming ******* face There is no other consequence to your actions but to physically and Emotionally scar me for life. You're changing me But I'll just get stronger You'll always be weak.
Just a rant.
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alex-brown
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 4:55 AM UTC
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