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Mar 2020
Your lies will cause your demise.

Every time you chastise me, I despise you.

You criticize me with everything that applies to you.

I advise you to surmise the truth. You won’t.

It’s unwise to use me as a supply for your sensational alibis.

Don’t you hear my ******* CRIES?
Something I am going through brought me to this poem
Jennifer Piaquadio
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Jennifer Piaquadio  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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