I have really grown to hate you,
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and everything you've come to stand for
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I write these words in vain,
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You won't read them
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This pen would go to better use.
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if I shoved it into your throat
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and let you choke on
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your blood-filled breaths
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However we once called
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each other friend,
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So this pen continues to write words
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that you ignore
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Words Ignored
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| Dead To Fall |
