She mustn't have gotten sleep In many days, The bags under her eyes proof of that And the way she acts: in a complete daze, It's her own fault If she wasn't such a slut It wouldn't come back to Bite her in the butt, He told me That he heard from her That she was prostituting I said no way, he said for sure, OMG there was a big party At her brothers house last night, I tried to sleep But through the thin walls, I could hear a fight. I went next door to tell them That they needed to quiet down And a 15 yr old when running out the back door In her night gown, How disgusting So there family is consumed of Prostitutes and sex offenders Is this what they call love? Well I wouldn't be surprised If I saw on the local news That they were all incest It's almost expected, we have so many clues, She probably wants to kill herself If I was her I would - bury me with mums OMG SHHHhhhhhhh here she comes….
Reason for writing:
This isn't a true story but have you ever accidentally
walked into a conversation that was about you. Inferiates
ya huh? Or the other way around, you witnessed someone else
walk in on a topic dealing with them.
Birth sign: Virgo
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