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and the tears the feeling is like a drunk truck driver running over anything that comes in it's way it doesn't care if it hurts me or you or anyone else, it makes me want to chop off fingertoes it makes we want to tie you and rip out your hair one by one it makes me want to go into a sadistic killing rage and throw that kid into the street and to smash his forehead against the bus stop wall it makes me want to die and then i just watch the cars coming towards me and the tears . |