this is for you...

watch the company you keep.
Bitches is triflin', so to speak.

I'm not even trying to rhyme. Bitches, i have none in my circle, as far as I know. I did though. We was cool, it was seven fo us, chicks. NOW I KNOWWWWW SEVEN SEVEN?!!! GIRLS TOGETHER IS A HASSEL, but we pulled through. We knew the snakes, but we labeled them wrong. One snake didnt get kicked out, which made our team fall. She's busty shes FAT yeaa BITCHH YOU ARE OVER WEIGHT!!!


fellas you might like this one...
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i dont give a fck.
SHES .. IM NOT EVEN GOING TO CALL HER A BITCH... BECAUSE I'VE BEEN CALLED A BITCH, AND I'VE BEEN THE BADDEST BITCH THERE IS SO... SHE'S THAT GUNK ON THE BOTTOM OF THOSE HOMELESS NIGGAS SHOES, ON 168TH.

stop pretending

do not lie to me.



Stop telling me your worth my time. Stop allowing me to believe that when you return you'd be there for me like I was for you. Two years of my life. Two fuckin years. Then we drifted farther apart. You lie, I lie. I swear I fuckin swear to ... yo you make me want to go and get you. Take you back home. Make you remember what you'd loved. Things you used to cherish. Seriously, you said you thought I'd forgotten. That I was over you.. YOU told ME how I felt. Your shit isn't real, your facades are worthless to me. I know you way better than that. I KNOW how much your in love with me. And it's sad, really and truly sad, because ---

NULL & VOID

JC =/

possessive,

you are.

Caught up in what you deem necessary and true.
Your living a lie love and your grip is killing me. Trying to push away, such benevolence it would be, but I'm not able to allow my self that much freedom. I am so used to your clutch that I'm conforming conforming, conforming to what you'd consider an ideal woman for every man. To tired to change, to tired to protest, to tired. I will be giving you up soon. Your attitude strikes me and with every lash I weaken, commiting suicide to my motives and thoughts... motives and thoughts our motives and thoughts are now shared; what i breathe you breathe, my pain is your pain, and my word is yours. It's almost annoying how much alike we've become. My weakness, our weakness.
Becomming much to accustomed to sleepless nights, your clutch once again murders a part of me. Selfworth going-- slowly fading. Not budging no protest, you get your way I'm searching for mine. Possessive means
jealously opposed to the personal independence of, or to any influence other than one's own upon, a spouse. You my love will forever be that. Life progresses, you don't your shit is the same as this and that niggas', I know of all the scheming I and the last girl has done but honestly you cannot tame me. Roaring with the real Goddess Isis in my blood I will rule at everything I do. I am a freedom loving, blindly optimistic, sincere, tactless, generous, impatient, cocky Sagittarius. Get over it.

NO! I will not ... and I'm DEAD ASS

WIIILLLL NOT EVVERRRRR MEET YOUR STANDARDS.

I'm sorry.





Author did not intend anyone to feel a connection to whom she was writing about.