GreatnessA Poem by Amandaangry
follow in my footsteps and wallow in my wake, if you stay there for long enough you'll catch the scent of great.
i'm climbing up the ladder. and i'm higher up than you. i hope that makes you sadder, but i doubt its really news. you think you are hot, you think that your cool, but the friends you think you know you got, been calling you a tool. i hope this f*****g hurts, like a knife right in the gut, like a lover that flirts, like your mouth forced shut. you make me so sick, your sad and pathetic. calling me a trick?? you'll be needing a prosthetic, for the foot i just blew off. =] sorry, the gun must have slipped. i think i may have coughed. you think you have flipped? you just aint seen nothing yet. that game you think you wanna play, well, im already a vet. hows it feel? knowing your nothing. yes, i'm for real. if you were dead, there would be nobody fussing. i want you to know, from my head to my toe, i hate your guts, very very very much. © 2010 AmandaAuthor's Note
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