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» Poem: Proud
Proud
written by Morbid Angel
05:44 PM 3/22/05
What does it matter to you now?
When you're too damn proud,
Theres no pressure on you now,
I've got to block you out somehow.

Because you're driving me crazy,
Too tired to call you baby,
I'll think of you when the time comes,
But until then I'll say maybe.

Loves middle name is hate,
It's nice to meet you,
Make me feel for you again,
So nice it is to see you.

You're worthless still,
Who knew what you would do?
It's all because of you,
That I'm feeling what I do.


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