Angry? Mad as hell and you can't take it anymore? Get something off your chest
and it could be published online and/or in print. Bitches are anonymous and may be
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Hey you. Yes you. Let me shine the light so you can see. Listen carefully. Nobody fucking cares what you think. Shut the hell up. I could mop the floor with your weak ass. —Some people's children