sometimes people irk me

Blah Blah Blah. I'm fed up. All this crap, I'm done.

Would you please stop judging others and stop killing our fun?

You think you are cool, but turns out your not.

I know you're probably wondering, who am I talk?

My problems, my mistakes, my regrets I've got.

But you attack and like birds, every single one of your followers flock.

I'm fed up. I'm leaving. I'm going. I'm going...I'm gone.

The End

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