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Re: Complaint of the day -
November 28th 2013, 04:09 PM
I hate you. You're like the Grinch who stole Thanksgiving. You make everything so miserable and dreadful. Your kids don't even like being around you because we're too nervous to. I'm shaking and almost crying now. Happy Thanksgiving. Yay.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers
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