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 A girl with many stories "i love you all."

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How is this feeling associated with health 
When they don't get enough wealth 
They want more 
The working class smile, but continue to be poor
They Breed with their heads held high 
Once in a while, they sigh 
They hurt and wait until they are at home to cry
Your working class is richer 
Only you envy her 
You can never see the positives 
You continue to dwell on the negatives 
Your heart turned an ugly shade of green 
Her heart stayed white as gold, with hints of red so lean 
She may be poor, but she had hope
You committed fraud to God by shirk and sorcery by more than one rope
Evil spirits and black magic to take away everything in her life so she cannot cope
Only God is with her and it burns you in your own feeling 
That she is coping and this leaves you reeling 
You took away 70% of her sight
You gave her polycystic ovaries and infertility, depression and anxiety, but she fights with all her might
You gave her irritable bowel syndrome and made her underrated as a writer 
Only her strength is mightier 
She keeps fighting, you broke her and her husband up, and left her lonely for over ten years
Only she is a fighter, you burned her and scalded her as a child and left her in teenage days in fears
bullied, post-traumatic stress 
Se*ual abuse only she did not distress 
So you took away her good grades and gave her epilepsy 
You made her fat, but people still saw her beautiful and slinky 
This burned you harder so you assault her in her twenties in the middle of the street
She is fighting back and will become stronger than ever 
Even if she has to live with black magic forever 
People see her invisible and don't care 
Can you not see her whole life has been unfair 
Unjust, cruel and unkind 
So she said never mind 
I will get through this day 
My astigmatism won't get in the way 
All you can do is death stare the mighty
Instead of being grateful to God he got you out of poverty 
Into a good nice island and country 
Gave you a great husband and kids and a beautiful home 
Only no you had to drag a poisonous comb 
Through an innocent girls head 
Who once shared the same bed


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