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White dog says: “I’m afraid to go out any night of the week except Sunday because when I go out on a Sunday night,
If this is love Let it rust If it's lust Let it get lost If I gave my trust And you wanna steal my pride with a bitter sweet thrust Consume me, bore into my life like a locust Then let your plans rust
Go ahead and talk you shit see if I will care all dem bitches spreadin shit that isn't even real bitch, whore, fake as fuck! you say I'm the slut?? "I sleep around" and "I'm fucking guys"
Stop pretending you are so nice, Hidden in the world like dirty mice. Faking a sugary smile with a honey voice, Taking a knife to your victims of choice. You are weak because you can't keep quiet,
I am... a Bitch When I say what I feel strong about People think it's a shout When I feel like I'm royal People think I'm spoiled When I'm determine to get what I want People think I'm a flaunt
Mama didn't raise no porcelain doll No fake eyelashes, no lace Just a girl who is going to take it all   Mama didn't raise no pageant queen  No southern accent, no big hair
Hey, You! Yeah you I know who you are You're the big old empty  shell of me that real life and real stuff doesn't mar You're the face that I take off at night My double when I am under the bed
  Excuse me? What did you just call me? It wasn’t Miss,  Ms., Mrs., Ma’m, or Lady. It wasn’t my name. What was your reference? Oh yeah, narcissistic bitch.   Why? Actually, don’t answer,
Somewhere between  Here andThere, I became less involved in what I looked like and more invloved inwhat I felt like. 
Since I became truly aware, filled to the point of overflow with the knowledge of my surroundings, you have been a constant reminder of the things I cannot have.   I am EIGHTEEN.
After you crossed that line, I told you to get the hell out of my life. I didn’t want anything to do with you. I don’t care if we’ve been best friends since 8th grade. Once that line is crossed
I once told him that it was okay, I’ve been called worse.
 Truth is, I hadn’t.
 And when he hugged me and apologized
tell me to go to hell tell me i'll burn there tell me i'm the devil's spawn i really dont fucking care   tell me you'll pray for me tell me you have hope tell me i'm not that bad
❤ The warmth burning my skin
you think she is your friend she will laugh at your jokes but she has her motives    without me she had no friends  I gave her friends and my time I gave her so much untill...  
Dear Bitch You want me to burn? To die? Calling me ugly till I cry! What else is there to do? I went to you Mr. Dean I went to you Mrs. Principle but what did everyone say?
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