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Re: Song/Quote of the day! -
December 28th 2011, 11:53 PM
You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me
you, knock me off my feet again
got me feeling like a nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded,
You, picking on the weaker man.
And all your ever gonna be is mean.
Exert your talents, and distinguish yourself, and don't think of retiring from the world, until the world will be sorry that you retire
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