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Tool
written by emo to the skibbies02:48 PM 5/16/04| I'm sick of being your tool. I'm neglected and used as a source of entertainment. You dont think maybe IT has any thoughts or feelings. You can push me aside inclose me in a dark cold box with all the rest of your crap. Thats what I am. A crappy tool. You will adventually remember I exist just in time to fix all of your broken problems. But not anymore because I am broken. Can you fix that? I cant. |
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