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Mar 9
Don't come after me.
Because I clap back.
And it without any apologies.

Don't start something, you're not ready for facing.
For what you start?
I'm here to erase it.

So, don't come after me.
Because what you start it.
I am going to replace it.

Cry, gripe or complain.
Least, I didn't call you out of your name.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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