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you done invented this shit, i'll pull you from your cross and run the staples through your fuckin' arguments and then give you shit, i'm through with this shit, you wax maligned and i won't even call bullshit, i make myself the fuckin' villain, and i'll take your shit, it burns a little but it hurts so good, i'm sorry but it doesn't matter, so i knock on wood and charge ahead into the place where my coherence stood, and fuck my dignity, i didn't but maybe i should, if it won't pull this fucking bullshit like i said i knew, what i was after when i didn't, that's what i told you, i could have made a different decision, this much is true, but still i made it and i made her and she wasn't you, so now you wanna talk shit about how i got burned, and i'm'll let you 'cause if nothing else, here's what i learned, you fuck with fate, you know that bitch'll keep the tables turned and spin that energy back, but if you're not concerned about what you say or think, then maybe you know more than me, 'cause all i wanted in the first place was comfort and simplicity, i used to think it kept missing me, and i know this must sound trite, but i had better look inside of me.
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