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I hate it! I hate it!
I want to burst it out...
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Preheat an oven to 350 degrees,
combine words to sugar...
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She closes her eyes,
So you dont know she's crying...
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Miss King is fat
with flesh, flesh...
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Like fine lace
friendships are woven...
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You stripped me of my identity,
leaving my heart uprooted...
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Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...
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The door slams shut,
and the chilling winter wind behind me rustles my...
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I can hear them screaming
just gnawing at my existence...
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The glass shatters across the floor,
Feet shuffling covers glistening panels more...
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Pacing, racing , chasing unknown limits
Flying, dashing on the verge of crashing...
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She takes her stubby pencil of red,
desperately tries to show the tears she shed...