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Jul 2021
The only way you were willing to offer
Is the slave way,
Now what can I say?
Slaves you always use then destroy
For maybe they'd tell,
May be they'd tell on you,
Their story spread all over the world.
You may never have me,
Never see me again after all this abuse!

Didn't you have enough fun?
Put ÃŪn the shoes of the Child who deserved to have some fun,
Still not grateful enough.
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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