Thank you, so much, for causing me pain.
Thank you, so much, for hurting me again.
Thank you, so much, for hurting me again.
Your bad design decisions fall upon me like cold rain.
Thank you, for all the pain.
Could you fix your data, by chance?
I never wanted to join in this dance
Of the Masochism Tango that you constantly advance.
Please fix your {bleep}, perchance?
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