Too Bad.

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By Tyler Cedric Golden

You always get what you want, people do what you say, Well I am here to stop this and make your sassiness go away, Because you are stuck up and self-conceded, This mannerism of yours, is now about to be defeated, I know you will try to get your way and act sad, But I don't care grow up and move on, if you don't, than that's just too bad.

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