Les Misrable

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 26, 2018

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Submitted: April 26, 2018



Misery, you're suck an evil bitch.

Yet I seem to always find myself caught in your grips.

Sometimes I feel like I'm a fan of it,

As much of your bullshit as I've had to put up with.

Each and everyday, I'm beggin' you to move.

Yet each and everynight, I'm going to bed with you.

And after a slap to the face a couple shots to the head

I'm hopin, no prayin that this mutha' is dead.

But you right back up, like, you can't even be faded.

So what now? Just deal and realize, that's that?

Fuck it, tomorrow I'll go get yo' name tatted on my back.


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