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I feel used up and throven away...
please dont ask or talk to me...
I just need to hate a little bit...
skrew you...
youre just bastards who hate me...
so do i...
get lost and never speak...
I just like that blood streem running from your weins...
and all you can say is: "its all your foult"
well skrew you!
I feel like used up,
well maybe its right
Im not worth not more not less
and that isnt a bless
so skrew you
I just will watch your beautiful blood streem
and skrew you too
for just dieing so...
you should have been more patient...
but skrew you
I feel used up and throwen out in garbidge,
PS:guess what I didnt get my fucking miniskirt!