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Posted by on 2020/06/14 under Life

I'm an easy target

Left myself open


Thought it was all in my head

You aimed your daggers

Made plenty of shots

You should be so proud

Never had I stooped so low

You almost got me to hit the ground

Twelve inches of top soil over me low

For what?

Did I come off as a threat, jealousy, insecurities, or just because you could.

Now you know me

I'm just an abused slut

I'm trash, right

What the f*** is wrong with people

You won, don't you get it. I'm done. Stop

I've never been one to compete or out shine

I hate competitions

Ya, just don't know when you won, do you

I clearly look crazy, hell maybe I am

Go you!

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