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Maybe I was some sort of bad luck,
Maybe lollipops never gave me a fuck.
There sixty five days of bitter tears
Living each day with sighs and fears.
"Thanks for bringing bad luck my way."
Everyone's opinion about me day by day.
Everything sweet mocks me terribly
Since I have been marked bitter perfectly.
Was I created never to be happy?
And dine with lonely days long and sappy?
Maybe I'm a descendant of bitter leaves
Void of it's importance and slowly leaves
Bitter at first, sweet in the end.
Well no idea though and no single friend.
To save the world from my ill luck,
Let's pretend I don't give a fuck.
I'll grind in my cave till bitterness,
Evades my soul and in eagerness,
Mirth void of disaster,
Becomes a faithful sister.
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