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They don't see me as a friend,
Like my life i wanted them to end.

If i have the right to kill,
To kill them is my will.

They don't appreciate me,
Like what i wanted them to be.

But who am i to be appreciated?
When they all just took me for granted.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 10, 2018 ⏰

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