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This is just a poem, no offence please.
Hide me in the washing machine and spin me around until the dirt of insincerity fall off my devilish skin. Drown me with a bottle of kerosene and hang me dry along the alley of your uncertainties. Stone me to death and feel free to burn my skin for I have disobeyed the laws of friendship. I have been very hypocrite, a total biatch so I shall stop talking and snap my tongue right away. I am nasty people, I am openly 'talkative'.
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