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Sep 2013
Sometimes I don't want to talk.
Why do I have to talk?
If i don't pay attention to you its because i don't care.
I am forced to live with you and now i have to listen and believe everything you say?
Why because you're so cultured, you traveled the world? A self proclaimed prophet.
Nothing but a con artist.
You are alone because of it.
And your son is following your footsteps.
Whatever
I lost the last **** i gave.
Written by
poetic justice  california
(california)   
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