A New Woman
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His sick life by his own makings, turning self absorbed freaks with sayings of criticism.
All racist insults came his own.
For many years, no words, more bills, kept calm for the sake of her own offspring.
He stayed under her roof and her wing.
until he raised enough of his brothers trained them as chefs and saved enough money to get his own roof.
Everything came down to his family when riots started over absolutely nothing when both our lips were completely glued sealed shut no escape.
He has a mind of his own, which weeps over his family stuck beside the bloody glue.
Patience, patience, but weeps behind his back to us, of things he does for money, but totally anti-relevant to wards what Muslims believe.
Bottles it up takes it out on us, begs us, takes from us when he has money and doesn't live off a certain amount of a small useless, worthless and hopeless benefit.
Cramming away she doesn't ever realize what agony she has caused.
Now the door to the right next, dump into a palace, but isn't exactly the royal Buckingham palace.
Just wads of cash spent of a dumb with a £10,000 extension, such a big deal now showing a different side to their once found kindness.
Now showing off like the strippers in a club, but in a bad, horrible wicked and evil kind of their own ways.
Never considering anything for even babies from next door to the other four doors down.
The kids and babies can't sleep and get terrified of them blowing the works of fire allover the place, jamming their motorbikes up and down the quite long road hardly ever visited or trespassed by anyone, except the owners.
Such a small amount of pedestrians come this road.
The offspring of arrogance of such noise and pain, even eight foot fence wouldn't stop them.
One even climbed on the top of the sink to the windowsill just to over hear our little whispering secrets.
We have done everything, but for a sick worthless heap of folks.
He should have no intentions of hating us, we've done nothing, but good intentional things, we put a roof over his ungrateful head.
My anger is of why he has that intention, or why he deserves us, we only wanted a loving family reunited with the marriage, but it feels like rubbish and burnt trash.
He is so lucky to have what he has, but a divorce will be no good, but it can help him realize that fact which i hope that the family will be so bad that he can regret every word he had said and everything he's done and didn't do.
With the rest of them walking around saying they're so rich and everything they make it out to be.
Look in the mirror money is not int your eyes, average like the rest yo got no fame.
You got no game.
You're just the same.
So stop acting like a bunch of snobs stop being lame.
you're just the same.
If so rich why do you live where you do.
Question your self about why you say what you are when you're not.
All racist insults came his own.
For many years, no words, more bills, kept calm for the sake of her own offspring.
He stayed under her roof and her wing.
until he raised enough of his brothers trained them as chefs and saved enough money to get his own roof.
Everything came down to his family when riots started over absolutely nothing when both our lips were completely glued sealed shut no escape.
He has a mind of his own, which weeps over his family stuck beside the bloody glue.
Patience, patience, but weeps behind his back to us, of things he does for money, but totally anti-relevant to wards what Muslims believe.
Bottles it up takes it out on us, begs us, takes from us when he has money and doesn't live off a certain amount of a small useless, worthless and hopeless benefit.
Cramming away she doesn't ever realize what agony she has caused.
Now the door to the right next, dump into a palace, but isn't exactly the royal Buckingham palace.
Just wads of cash spent of a dumb with a £10,000 extension, such a big deal now showing a different side to their once found kindness.
Now showing off like the strippers in a club, but in a bad, horrible wicked and evil kind of their own ways.
Never considering anything for even babies from next door to the other four doors down.
The kids and babies can't sleep and get terrified of them blowing the works of fire allover the place, jamming their motorbikes up and down the quite long road hardly ever visited or trespassed by anyone, except the owners.
Such a small amount of pedestrians come this road.
The offspring of arrogance of such noise and pain, even eight foot fence wouldn't stop them.
One even climbed on the top of the sink to the windowsill just to over hear our little whispering secrets.
We have done everything, but for a sick worthless heap of folks.
He should have no intentions of hating us, we've done nothing, but good intentional things, we put a roof over his ungrateful head.
My anger is of why he has that intention, or why he deserves us, we only wanted a loving family reunited with the marriage, but it feels like rubbish and burnt trash.
He is so lucky to have what he has, but a divorce will be no good, but it can help him realize that fact which i hope that the family will be so bad that he can regret every word he had said and everything he's done and didn't do.
With the rest of them walking around saying they're so rich and everything they make it out to be.
Look in the mirror money is not int your eyes, average like the rest yo got no fame.
You got no game.
You're just the same.
So stop acting like a bunch of snobs stop being lame.
you're just the same.
If so rich why do you live where you do.
Question your self about why you say what you are when you're not.
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