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I’m trying not to lose my temper
To the girl who lit my anger
She’s trying to be a pretender
And she’s going to hate me forever.
I’ve put myself down on the ground
But she’s still unreachable to be found
I really hate it but how will i sound
If i’m holding my temper six feet below the ground.
I’ve done my part to our friendship
And she’s still pretending that she’s not hurt
I know that this will really hurt
But i accept the challenge of the fact.


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