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Who is the freak.

I can say with some certainty that I have taken your abuse with good humor.
That I'm a good little girl who will suck your dick. 

I won't ask for personal satisfaction, that would nag you. 
Came out ugly, you say, not a good mother u say.

Two fat u say, changed, cant sing nor dance, nor bounce around on the bed, talk loud, snoring in your ear annoying and worse  farts not in the loo, discussing, gooey vagina no good for a munch even though you can't taste or smell.
discouraged useless and have no  money. 

I may be degenerating but I don't discriminate. 
I don't say nasty things,  I beg. 

You accused me of not listening, but your the one who says what a lot. 

Be quiet and don't move are all two familiar to me. 

Have you had a shower, are you all clean down there washed your bum hole. 

He likes giving you nothing sexually, like the others gets  a sick kick out of getting you so mad. 
So helpless. 
So sad. 
Learned your past just to use it against you. 
Calls you ugly and other names, lord will the nam😭
Calling ever change.
 
If I am who they say I am then who I am. 
And why am I still stuck so called alive. 

If I burned, electrocuted and got  beaten raped and throw out useless and crazy and dum into the pitch  to decay. 

Then who's the freak, not aye I behaved. 

 

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