Damn you asshole son of a bitch Fuck you mother fucking country hick You thought you were my pimp Thought I was yours to whore out for free I guess I proved you wrong.. That's me. You told me you loved me You told me you cared I actually believed you- I guess my mind was impaired. God dammit why in the hell Did you have to lie? Pulling me around like your Blow Up Doll, (Or maybe it was a Blowing Doll?) Now you're played your games And had your fun. I must tell you now- You haven't won. For you see There is one thing about me, I get even- Then you'll see. You may not think we are over, But I say we are through- I have only two words left- FUCK YOU! ~~Morgan~~

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