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Aug 2014
The beatings will continue
Until morale improves
You insist you don't know what this means
But since you're so good at
Inflicting this regime
I actually think you do.

All I wanted was your love,
I said I was languishing -
You said stop with the guilt trip
Ouch, I thought, words that sting

You're not going to **** me happy now
No, you're going to make me do it myself


How can I succed
Without betrayal?
If you want something done right. ..
biche
Written by
biche  53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land
(53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land)   
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