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Bitter
Left out in the Cold, Still young and feeling old This taste makes me unwanted. You have a Life and always flaunt it Then We’re thrown upon the Fire and, Wow! How the Flames Shoot Higher and Yet Your blackened corpse still tastes better then I Ever Will even if I’m pulled off Quicker and eaten with a lot of liquor I’ll Never touch the GRANDNESS of Your Life. Yet here I stand, knife in hand, Ready to End Our Strife |
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