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Fighting Words

Look at you sitting there on your high throne, looking upon all you own your mini-you's & the clones you think you're high & mighty because your a bitch daily & nightly but what I'm going to say won't come lightly The ones you knocked down just so you can wear that crown don't think you won't drown & I'm not just trying to clown You're really a lonely BITCH who's hobby is being a whitch so get back on your broom messing with me will leave you with a wound needing a stitch So if I were you, I'd watch what I say...better yet what you do my guess is you'll end up black & blue with scars on your face you'll be put back into your place I'll fuck you up with my words & class & you're more than welcome to KEEP my TRASH because second hand ass is never going to last & that's a fact & I sure as HELL DON'T want him back that would be a huge mistake my happiness I'm not looking to break So say what you want with all your bullshit & lies everyone can see the truth in my eyes
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Written by
becky-littmann
32 / F
Published
Aug 17, 2015
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29·201
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#poems#shit#talking#bitches#hoes#omgbecky
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