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Milffes Emo


Just a single mother holding it down

my face is so unpredictable

but i am listening

so much shit on my mind

how is this gonna get paid..

when that needs to be paid. 

this motherfucker is repeating his self

why dont they have this shit online

i know your not purposely wasting my time

i just wish the room was filled with recliners and usb

and instead of a computer or taking notes just 

upload this shit to my brain so i can start making 

this money my lil man needs

your talking he's growing

with every word you say and every exam

you take the time to make into 150 fuckin questions

he's hungary

hes waiting on me

and im just waiting in this hard ass chair waiting on this shit to 

download.. waiting on it to make sense

and in a sense i just need the patience

but your giving me your time and I appreciate that

im praying my Add will corrporate and 

I will make it thru this.

so excuse my french thast not the right class anyway 

my God said I am going to make it thru this

one day at a time

one page in a minute.

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mylfe22
<p>When i mention the part about being able to have recliners and having a usb connected to my brain</p>

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