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Bite Me

Nothing ever made me happy

Until he came along

He knew my weakness

And my strengths

I only had one weakness, though...

Bite Me

He loves biting things

So it worked out well for us

But when it ended

I was never happy

Nothing ever made me happy again

No one else knows my weakness..

And no one ever will

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This was just something I made up in five seconds...

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