You're the one thing that I tried to hold onto,
But you were slick with cruel words.
My hands became calloused from beating them away.
Multiply and attack again.
There's no hope in this.
^ Moi. Doesn't rhyme, but whatev.
So today was alright. It wasn't terrible or anything. Bleh.
Tomorrow's St. Patrick's day! Ahh! I'm gunna go all out. My
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