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Sorry, not sorry

This is for the folks who dont give a **** anymore.

Can't stand people who can't get their own.

Just like a moocher looking for an entry

Lazy individuals/ incapable of empathy

 

Can't understand why people so sorry

While I pick another job up just to solve it.

I refuse to live in squalor

Trying to be about something always hustling.

Tired of a mooch leaching me while I work my hide

**** the worthless when their wrong and Im way too right

Hope you're uncomfortable while I work 2 jobs and you run me out my home.

Hope you gain perspective from all the wrong you've done.

Never gonna be able to feed the ungrateful when they are completely capable. Never respecting the people who have no right to be direspecting.

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jennifer-leigh-driver
37 / F / American
Published
Sep 10, 2025
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