Goodbye flower.

White picket fences and wedding dresses, those things are nice but they are not for me.
Men don’t see me as a flower, they see me a whore. And what do whores get? They get fucked in the dirt.

Serve my purpose on my hands and knees, fulfilling mans sexual needs, once done, take your shit and fuck off, don’t forget to bandage those hurts.

No wonder now I spend my days in a H.S. Thompson cloudy haze,doing drugs, reading books and spitting on my feminine ways.

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