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How can I hate those who raised me, When I am their baby? And I know that they hurt me, But I have been learning, That they are people too, There's a bunch of fucking shit that they went through.
Remember when you broke your right hip? It came as a shock to me. There you were, the picture of health, And only eighty three. Of course, you were most disgruntled.
A little girl with a book on the playground Not the easiest kid to be around But now things have changed and rearranged Just kidding, I’m involved in the knowledge exchange
Stupid girl She was called You think you can contribute? You’re so tiny in this world You may as well be mute You’ll never get a word in The Big Men are talking