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How can you not see my waste,
Iove curdled and spoiled must sour your sight.
1 week 3 days ago
("Thus always I cause the death of tyrants.”)the purported line Brutus utteredafter assassinating Julius Caesar.
1 week 3 days ago
You go to a restaurant with your social group, which is just a small group of friends
1 week 4 days ago
You shove yourself down our collective throats and I have had enough
1 week 4 days ago
When you go to work check your personality at the door
There will be a lot of faking and ass kissing in the store
1 week 4 days ago
Does he know how much you love to write?
Does he know what keeps you up at night
1 week 4 days ago
It's a Hen House, wine bottles always flowing
About their ex-husbands, they are always moaning
1 week 4 days ago