Your garbageA Story by VictorianaMy sentiments - your strenght, Has vanished as your mouth Threw garbage at my door. With buckets of warm and salty Water, Your Ego has finally ran out of. How will you shower now? I no longer blame myself For leaving your slowly fading spirit, And please take out your garbage now, Cause I don't live there anymore.
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