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You're the Loser

Your words, they sting

They hurt deep down.

You think you’re king,

Well where’s your crown?



You need other’s pain

To cheer yourself,

With no real gain

To anyone’s health.



You have no life,

I pity you.

Don’t start a strife,

Go get a clue.



Hurting others,

With no one to love.

When things start to smother,

Push comes to shove.



Anger and tears

In what you say.

Bottled up fears

You’ll face someday.



What’s said is not true,

You don’t quite see.

So come, I dare you.

Go ahead. Bite me.



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