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12/18/2013 9:36:07 AM
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Ahh, your high school Poetry teacher must have been so good. Oh that teacher's making me sweat.
I mean, your skills are deplorable, but ahh, that teacher.
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I made it up on the spot :(
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Oh...! It's over between us, Claus. It just wasn't meant for it to happen. I should've listened to my father from the day I met you.
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Alas, I must admit I have been cheating on you. With [i]myself[/i]. [spoiler]If it's any consolation the internet has given me good feedback on other poetry, but I know that can't fix the rift between us.[/spoiler]
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That rift will do well to remain as it is. I feel bad for anyone that has to endure your constant meddling with yourself. They will have to witness you having your way with yourself, just for them to find out about it. As you try to make-up a badly organized excuse to the reason why you are sleeping with yourself! But in the end, it is utterly clear that you just can't be trusted. Curse your testicles, Emperor Claus, [u]curse them[/u]!
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*puts a hex on my testicles* I really didn't think that was necessary, but okay.
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Anything is fair in war and love.
