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Why don’t people like me? I often wonder why I cannot seem to please them However hard I try The nicer that I am The more ignored I get The more I treat them well The more I eat their shit My fuse is getting shorter My patience now is thin So no more Mr. Nice Guy That me has reached its end If you must be so cruel Expect my rudeness back Expect retaliation Cause I’m sick of taking crap

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