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My mum looked after Liam last night,
I had to go to Italy for a photo shoot
And see some girlfriends I met on the internet
I only stayed 1 day
I didn't sleep
Luckily I got there in time
Anyway, I'm not going to talk about that,
I wanted to talk about men and money,
It's crazy how a man can manipulate a woman with his money
Well, there are ****** like my former best friend who'd give her *** for a few cents...
But I'm not talking about "women", if you can call them that, that kind of girl who carries around a lot of diseases and who doesn't know authenticity.
How could I waste my time with people who have no education?
This kind of woman goes with drug addicts,
It's well known
****** go with drug addicts or dealers same ****
They're on the same level
It's this kind of social class that I want to avoid for my son, I know that he won't go with just any girl.
I stopped hanging out with my former best friend because men were writing to me to offer me money, I was bombarded with messages from boys and men and in the street they only attracted **** when I was seen with her, you know the kind of person that gives you bad luck
We have to say NO! To all this! Enough!
I don't want to talk to you again, I don't want to see you again, you're no good to me!
I've said it
I've managed to think of nothing but myself
I was
I who was afraid of hurting someone
And was stepped on by people who were less than nothing
Valerie Csorba Mar 2015
I am sick and ******* tired of screaming so loud and having no one hear me, so if this is the first and last time I get this out there then so be it.
We're living in a world that is rampant with hatred towards others who deserve nothing but love and devotion.  And we find ourselves on our knees worshiping  those who warrant disgust and shame. We exist in a system that is so ******* corrupt that I fail to see any solution that we may have for correcting this.
Everyone's talking about killing people and ******* the corpses and those criminals are still out there roaming the streets without a care in the world because someone else is serving THEIR time. If you don't get caught that means you've succeeded right? Their breathe reeks like the skeletons in their closet, and still we refuse to open the ******* door to expose the truth.
There's sexism in the courts; a chick can say you looked at her the wrong way and she can get your *** sent to jail. One word about a threat, and someone's in handcuffs. A man steps away from a law man to gain some time to defend himself against heinous accusations and gets saddled with resisting arrest. Criminals with permission.
We shouldn't have to ******* worry about whether someone will be here one day and be locked up the next. Live and let live has turned into search and destroy everything you once held dear to yourself.
I have the right to remain silent and even if I don't say anything, they will use it against me... just like my past significant other used his weight of over 300+ pounds to own me however he saw fit.
While you're up there taking an oath to tell the truth, the whole truth so help you God, your right hand extended to some supposedly glorious being and lying through your ugly ******* teeth, I'll be over here solemnly swearing I am up to no good, conniving to set things back on track.
Call it Karma or call it anarchy, call it whatever the ******* like, but things need to ******* change. It's time.
I have the right to remain silent, but it sure as hell doesn't mean I'm going to.
Don't Exist Mar 2015
The One with the Timberland Boots
Those gigantic feet
Which I peek
Was close to mine
Though I had to sneak

The stench of my odor
Coming from my ***
Was making me
Insecure very fast

But luckily the stalls divide us
Our bowels and touch
And all things that blind us
Except for the smell
Of course that was true
But with our smells combine
There was nothing coming through

Between us…

The love that we made
That came from pain
Has thus began to fade away
Including me who had to go

But I will never forget
The Timberland Boots
Who sat near me in company
Throwing my insecurities off the roof

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