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Eve Lastnamehere
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Jun 2015
Last night
Last night was some crazy ****,
I got hit.
Over, and over, and over.
The day started out sunny,
but someone owed money,
and those ******* came to me.
Hoping
I'd
pay off his debt.
The biggest one was the most rank,
and the others stank, of sickly sweet ******.
When the biggest one grabbed me, that stench consumed me.
For a moment, just for a moment,
my opponents felt like home sweet home.
I tried to defend myself.
Huge mistake.
Tire irons hurt, but the stronger the person who wields it,
the more you tend to squeal.
Ex boyfriends really ****.
Especially when they leave you for Europe,
and stick you with their debt left in the states.
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