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they are your subjects following you blindly and raising no objects yet you don’t treat them kindly I’ve heard the things you say and I’ve listened to the way you laugh I’m sorry to drop your silver tray but I’m done handing you this trash no more will I feed you no more will I dress you no more will I enable you no more will I sit beneath you you may be their queen but you’ll never be mine bask in that pleasant dream it’ll be over in no time
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
overthrow the queen
they are your subjects following you blindly and raising no objects yet you don’t treat them kindly I’ve heard the things you say and I’ve listened to the way you laugh I’m sorry to drop your silver tray but I’m done handing you this trash no more will I feed you no more will I dress you no more will I enable you no more will I sit beneath you you may be their queen but you’ll never be mine bask in that pleasant dream it’ll be over in no time
toxicity is ugly and everyone is susceptible to it
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24/F/Texas
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
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