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    Mad

    So I'm gonna write this so it gets off my chest,
    my feelings right now sure aint the best.
    I mean what is with this mood that you seem to take,
    like every other nicety was nothing but a fake.

    I leave in a week, never have to speak again,
    least you could do's act like my motherfucking friend.
    I know this aint the best terms on me that I leave,
    but this feelin of hostility I really can't conceive.

    You aint losin nothin, got nothin to gain,
    if you're such a fuckin genius use that mothafuckin brain.
    I ask you a question, an information pass,
    yet you're all up in my face like a motherfuckin ass.

    I aint no bitch for you, not the next game that you play,
    get fuckin with another cause you aint fuckin with me.
    I aint takin your shit, aint takin anymore,
    get your ass prepared for lonliness when I'm walkin out that door.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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