The Fake Blond

There is a girl I know.

She is a redhead,

But she calls herself a blond.

This girl is fake all over.

Her life revolves around obsession.

She is a hypocrite.

She is mean, a tad bit.

And I do not like it.

For she is a bitch.

She thinks everything is her possession.

And she always complains.

But now I'm at the end.

Because this girl is my friend.

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