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Jan 2019
All along you knew but kept
The secret buried deep
Inside your heart
Its cold hard walls
Making an icy prison
For that selfish horrible truth

She took the rap and did the time
You took the cash every time
Because you needed **** and *****
Your happiness the most important fact

Hell mend you and I hope you can
Forgive yourself for letting
Others do your crime
And put it all in place
For you to live your princely life
Without a backwards thought or glance
Towards the ones in your merry dance

You utter swine
You selfish oaf
I will never run out
Of vocabulary
I will run out of your life
Shrieking and yelling
And telling the world
How you have evil
Residing in your sordid
Tainted pointless life
Written by
Jeanne Duroc  56/F/Aberdeen
(56/F/Aberdeen)   
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