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The Respect Issue

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Ill never forget waking up in Baltimore.
My palms full of sweat.
Clearly you've had your revenge.
For the night I spit right in your face.
You will never forget and I will never forget.
Every waking moment I spend wishing you were dead.
Just fucking die.
It must of been his brand new hand pentagram
Or the fact that he fucks Iron city girls , no condom on the rag.
Just so you know the next time your sucking his dick. Your tasting the blood of a pirates fan.
Tell me how much lower can you go in life. You fucking bitch.
Im so over it, im fucking over it.
Im not over it , im never over it.
What a perfect romance. A plague on both your houses.

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