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Dec 2024
She close fist punches me
Open hand slaps me repeatedly
Throws shiit at me
And still expects respect
Out of me
Like I'm some kind of nuthouse dummy
I must be
My own quest enemy...

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Jeremy Betts
Written by
Jeremy Betts  42/M/Washington State
(42/M/Washington State)   
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