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    I am a bitch..Yeah..Yeah..Yeah..We all know this is true.

    But I would be damned to hear you say that I wasn't a good friend to you.

    Your high on your pedistal with your nose in the air.

    Oblivious to the world and so unaware..

    The ashes from the bridges you burned lay at your feet..

    But it doesnt matter, because you have made your drama, now your complete..

    You say that I thrive for your drama, like I love the excitment or the thrill.

    But you eat that shit up as if it is your very last meal.

    Your words cause so much turmoil and so much pain.

    But I give you nothing , cause with every offense that is pleasure you gain.

    The good book say's what you put out your recieve ,it's true..

    And you should be expecting for all of this shit to come right back to you..

    So say what you got to say, spread rumors if you must..

    And just an update your pitty party is a bust..

    I have friends and I am not alone...

    They see right through you, your cover is blown..

    So now I am sitting on the waters edge gazing at the sun..

    Looking back on friendships , and the wrongs that have been done.

    This is life, This is just what people do, but out of everyone I didnt expect it to be you..

    Nice.......

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