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This girl was at school with Sickboy
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| I spat all over his jacket | |
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| Cool, I laughed when you pooped out a dead baby. Your miscarriage was justice | |
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This one, at the same college
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| He liked me so I got my boyfriend to punk him out for no reason. Oh how we laughed | |
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| When your best friend died of lukemia I celebrated by shitting over our old class photo | |
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| You see, I'm still here and your mom died of cancer. So I win. Go fuck yourself. | |
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