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Untitled, by Valerie Hate hovers my head I cant think anymore, I might as well be dead everything is all a bore I never do whats right nothing makes me glad I cant sleep at night everything just gets me mad I cant just be happy and sing, to my favorite song, I hate everyone, and everything I feel bitter, and wrong I think of the past and all of the things, ive done I gave up everything so fast, and now im left with none. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 01:01 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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