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fuck you and the sofa you lounge on.
she sat there slump on the sofa,
an everyday pissed off occurrence about
how shit isn't fair; the work, the staff
the bills, life.
i look at her disinterested,
got up and walked out unwilling
to entertain everyday drivel
falling out of the mouth of a person
who made unfair decisions, selfish choices
and had no business making them in
the first place.
do you still wish to claim
how shit isn't fair?
the work
the staff
the bills
life?
i could claim shit isn't fair
this family
the secrets
the bills
i pay for
life
snatched
from my
hands,
did nobody
ever tell you
not to claim
what you
enable?
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