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Nov 2013
Well let me tell you something
I don't hate you
I feel nothing towards you
But should you decide to slit your throat
Please know that I'll throw a ******* party
Because the Wicked ***** of the Ghetto
Finally realized no one likes her
I could destroy you in the blink of an eye
But I don't have to because you're doing it yourself
You're turning into your father
Emily Alyssa
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