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Sep 2014
******* be talking,
Ratchets be walking,
Dem hoes be watching,
All saying things about me.

Jamets, jamets, i call them everyday,
Sitting in a corner bad talking everyone.
But, one of these days they will realize,
That the damage they are doing is quite all done

The love,
The hate,
The pain,
No, it doesn't matter
***** please stop talking

No, i'm not complaining,
No, your words won't break me,
No, they won't change me,
They only make me stronger.


You don't have what I got,
You don't know who I am,
You don't see what I do,
But don't worry you *****,
Your words will be coming back to you.
Cassie Alfred
Written by
Cassie Alfred  19/F/Saint Lucia
(19/F/Saint Lucia)   
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     An-Nita alfred, SPT and Harley Hucof
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