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And that means it's time for my bitterness poem.
I post this every year on Valentine's Day.
It's not directed at anyone.
I'm just generally bitter.
A Valentine's Day Poem
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate you
I wish I was dead.
This is the tenth year for the bitter poem. There is a story behind it, but it's not terribly dramatic or interesting - if you really, really want to know, ask me in person.
I post this every year on Valentine's Day.
It's not directed at anyone.
I'm just generally bitter.
A Valentine's Day Poem
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate you
I wish I was dead.
This is the tenth year for the bitter poem. There is a story behind it, but it's not terribly dramatic or interesting - if you really, really want to know, ask me in person.
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