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I hope you fall face first into some yellow snow.
I hope bad luck plagues you where you go.
Everytime I stop and think,
I think of how you lied.
I wish upon a star,
I wish I wish you never tried.
I hope you make a stupid face
And its stick that way.
I hope you make the time to find inside
that it's not okay.
I think you think, I think you think,
That this will go away.
This is not okay.
It's clear there's nothing left to say