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Superiority

I concede to your superiority, I get it you're the best. I'm just a weak little girl, Who can't compete with the rest. But I'm tired of being an afterthought, I've had it with these games. It's your turn to bow to me, And suffer with the shame.

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megan-kirby

American

Published: Mar 5, 2011
LinesWords: 948

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