Someday boy you'll reap what you sow, you'll catch a cold and you'll be on your own and you will see that what's wrong with me, is wrong with everyone. But you want to play your little games of poetry and flowers, bitchy words and threats. You've gone to the dogs again and I'm not placing bets on you coming home tonight anything but blind. If you
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but who really cares?
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