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Fahrenheit or Centigrade I am rich, you son of a bitch
Want to rob my wealth
and pretend to see my well
Being.
I do not need such Good Samaritan
Wolf in sheep’s disguise.
Go,
Get yourself drowned.
You
Dishonest, your grin
cannot win a hurt soul.
Remembering the past
experiences
Insults
it’s no use now.
There can be no come back no matter how
On the other hand, what tune you sing.
Somehow, it’s the same
Note!
I know, it’s not my well-being but your greed.
I am untouchable. Keep your distance is the warning.
yea step parents r dur.but i actually like my step mom more then my real mom..my step dad on the other hand id die b4 i ever called him dad..cause i love my readl dad to pieces i like the poem nice=) thnx for the comments=D
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