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You're My Bitch, I'm You're Master
I'm so sick of you. You think you can
fuck me around for days. Weeks. I'm
so done with your bullshit. You treating
me like some dumb slut you can fuck
around. You think you can sweet talk
me into anything? Still use me whenever
you feel like it? No. You can't. I'm done,
baby. Done with you, your attitude, all
your disgusting friends. I've packed my
bags, honey. I'm leaving you. For real
this time and there ain't nothing you
can do. And from now on, you're my
slave, my bitch. Your ass is mine to
own and I will squeeze everything you
have out until there's nothing left but
your disease-ridden soul and when you
come crawling back to me. When you
need help? I'll laugh my ass off and send
you packing. I'm finished with your bullshit.
fuck me around for days. Weeks. I'm
so done with your bullshit. You treating
me like some dumb slut you can fuck
around. You think you can sweet talk
me into anything? Still use me whenever
you feel like it? No. You can't. I'm done,
baby. Done with you, your attitude, all
your disgusting friends. I've packed my
bags, honey. I'm leaving you. For real
this time and there ain't nothing you
can do. And from now on, you're my
slave, my bitch. Your ass is mine to
own and I will squeeze everything you
have out until there's nothing left but
your disease-ridden soul and when you
come crawling back to me. When you
need help? I'll laugh my ass off and send
you packing. I'm finished with your bullshit.
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