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To My 'Friends'
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January - June 2005 Do I creep into your bedrooms at night with a knife?
No.
Instead I lie here wondering 'Why, why, why?'
So why call me the names that you continue to do?
They're all untrue.
But I'm glad my misfortune made you feel so much more popular,
You gossip-whores.
How hard you'd fall if you lived in the real world.
No Daddy ever bought me into university.
No Mummy ever held my hand on the way to playschool.
No Fucker came to take photos of me on my prom day.
I'm suffering and you point and laugh.
You're no better than me,
You're worse.
As you made me think you were my friends.
Goodbye.
