i am not somebody you want to mess with.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

its Charlie's fault.

You're playing with my mind, wrapping it around your fucking fingers. You're using my emotions and laughing in my face. I want to tell you that it's not right, but I love it too. I never want you to leave me but you need to stop using me as a sex toy. I am beautiful and strong, I am a firecracker and don't you fucking forget it. I'll rip you to shreds and I won't fucking regret it. I'm not your play thing, I'm perfect motherfucker. I'm going to be somebody, don't think you can stop me. You can't tamr a tornado.


Submitted: June 04, 2014

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Brian W

Good emotions in this

Wed, March 11th, 2015 5:14am

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