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Aug 2015
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 ***** 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 *****
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 ******* up with my words & class
& you're more than welcome to KEEP my TRASH
because second hand ***
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 ******* & lies
everyone can see the truth in my eyes
Becky Littmann
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Becky Littmann  32/F/california
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