You don't know me.
So don't juge me.
Please don't shove me
off this cliff.
I'll give you a gift.
Any thing to lie behind your back.
To stab you and smile.
Just for the fun,
and the novelty,
of blowing off my head,
with a gun you gave me.
smile, lie, stab, and spread.
Over and over,
No thats not me.
But you will never see.
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