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Demon
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The Place That Holds No Purpose
You gave up a friendship for something weak,
I may be unhappy, but your future is really bleak,
You've lost it all and destroyed your reputation,
as the passersby begin to run the speculation.
You have lost all the respect I had,
you are sick and extremely sad.
I hope your life becomes a living Hell,
because your reputation is like a horrid smell.
Smash you in the face, right in the hall,
your blood splattered on the wall,
You deserve the pain I'll put you through,
for now I sit back and watch you get screwed.
I begin to drown in the drink,
as my mind goes down the sink,
Vodka and Scotch are my new best friends,
as you bring this precious thing to an end.
