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When poverty hits me Tho I'm still pretty I was hired as a babysitter I love kids, just like my sister This baby was called Iris One time I pecked a kiss She hits me with her knees Savage baby; t'was her bliss At night she won't stop crying I scared her, I did everything She cries over and over again Until I get annoyed with that thing I took Iris to the basement Covered her mouth with garment Prepared that rope in the ceiling as I said, "Iris, stop crying or you'll be dead."
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
❝ Babysitter ❞
When poverty hits me Tho I'm still pretty I was hired as a babysitter I love kids, just like my sister This baby was called Iris One time I pecked a kiss She hits me with her knees Savage baby; t'was her bliss At night she won't stop crying I scared her, I did everything She cries over and over again Until I get annoyed with that thing I took Iris to the basement Covered her mouth with garment Prepared that rope in the ceiling as I said, "Iris, stop crying or you'll be dead."
threat makes everything in control
#the#babysitter
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dasakuraa
18/F/Davao City
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
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