youth, sadly, is gone
oh, how sad a thing that is
uniquely morose
addict to smugness
selfishly thinking you're right
so sorry, you're not
Sorry, those suck. I'm not good at haiku under "first letter of first line already determined" pressure.
On the list of things I'm sad to leave behind, you are not there.
I can do this without getting dooced mainly because I'm leaving anyway, and everyone else hates you too. Do everyone else a favor and retire.
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yeah, and shit. But at least he held the door for you on the way back in after lunch.
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