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More.
One for the player who broke my heart.
Another for the liars who makes rumours of me.
Three for the teachers who scream and shout.
Add a few for the parents who never cared.
Several for the man I love but I'll never be with.
The rest are for the friends who weren't ever there.
So as I'm bleeding on the floor, don't come crying.
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