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I am jack'sact of stupidity.
I dont know why im writting this. You wont even bother to read it. You never bothered to listen.
God, you've made me..
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Well i cant drive.
If i could i would fly.
But wings refuse to grow on my backside.
And i bet she'll love you more than i could.
And i bet than sh..
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Writting on the walls are writtin in blood.
Clean hands are dirty once more.
Lies are fed to the hungry and hopes are ripped from the hopeful.
Read..
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