La Llorona, just let her cry.

How toxic!

How scary!

She's nice, kind, and warm until you make her cry.

She'll be cold, 

She'll be mean 

and then she'll drown you in her lies.

How toxic!

How scary!

Have you ever seen her eyes?

Always crying a river and never having them dry.

Begging for forgiveness 

thats all she ever wants

she could be a best friend!

but the kind that lets you rot.

Don't let that kindness fool you for she hasn't got a kind bone.

a real modern mean girl thats what we call her at home.

 

 

 

 

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