I went to Mechanicsville.
It sucked.
Not as bad as usual by a long shot, but it was still markedly awkward with a touch of
unrivaled animosity. At least, thats how I was feeling. I even felt a little bit of guilt--a LITTLE.
Yeah.
It sucked.

I've died inside: You've slain me
Tricked me, trapped me,and betrayed me
Turned your words to whip and flayed me
Cut me, stuffed me and displayed me...
Insincere: I know that now
Thus I make a solemn vow
while the victor takes his bow
that one day he'll learn just how
Despair can make one's life quite foul

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