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Sweeten my honey with sugar.
Cooloff my coffee with creamer.
If we make it through December,
Will you make it up to me?
You make me sick.
You look like an absolute living dream.
Sweeter than strawberry butter.
Swallow your snot when you sneeze.
You look like a toddler,
Wiping your face on your sleeve.
You’ve taken a turn for the worse.
Seems like you’re braver than Jason.
Maybe I’m chicken.
No memories left to erase.
I won’t miss them.
Can’t hide your fat with that stubble.
Fogup your mirror with steam.
Can’t understand when you mumble.
I never know what you mean.
How low can you go?
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