Over itA Poem by KittenBy Ashley
I'm so done.
With this house. And that woman. Everyone of you. That is going to turn eighteen soon. And get away. Count your f*****g lucky stars. Cause I still gotta deal with this s**t for another year. I hope she knows. I'm going to do all I f*****g can. To get out. As soon as I f*****g can. Looks like I'll be saying goodbye. To any time out of here. Until I can actually get away.
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