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Sick

Pain pain go away, You little b!tch you cannot stay. I want you gone, Far from me F*ck off now, and leave me be. sick of doctors, sick of stress, Sick n' tired of takin meds. I want to know what's wrong with me, A want to be "normal", cant you see? It wont happen this I know, With my bloodline,.... it goes to show....

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