You hardly let me get out of the house.
You never let me wear short skirts and sleeveless tops.
You abuse me till my lips bleed and my skin peels.
You make me want to run far away to my parents.
You make me shiver and huddle up at the thought of you.
I have had enough of you already.
Now I have decided to stand up and fight your brutal ways.
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1 comment:
hey...thats how I am going to feel...I am moving to Columbia in Missouri and its a lot cooler there than here in Alabama....so winter...here I come...
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