The Fake Blond
There is a girl I know.
She is a redhead,
But she calls herself a blond.
This girl is fake all over.
Her life revolves around obsession.
She is a hypocrite.
She is mean, a tad bit.
And I do not like it.
For she is a bitch.
She thinks everything is her possession.
And she always complains.
But now I'm at the end.
Because this girl is my friend.
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