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Aug 2018
Your mom calls you an accident,
I call you regret.
You were supposed to be a divine sacrament,
But all you caused me is severe debt.
I wish you weren't around,
But I'm not allowed to say that to your face.
You are so **** hell bound.
What a waste of space.
You're the only daughter,
I wished to ever have,
You only prove that other girls are hotter,
Than in my day and age, they were only ave.
To me you have no value,
But believe what you want,
I'd leave your mom and you in an instant,
But that'd leave decades of haunt.
mitus
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   Pikalil and Braedon
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