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Dec 2012
Today, you told me,
That I'm just like my mother.
Well maybe I am,

One difference though,
I'm not her.

So quit telling me I'm just like my creator,
Because that's all she did,
She didn't raise me,
That was all your doing,
So if you don't like how I turned out,
Go figure out what you did wrong.
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  24/F/New Jersey
(24/F/New Jersey)   
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