This is it (a poem written for a certain somebody who I’m tired of dealing with).

You cuss

You scream

You throw your fit.

Not today.

This is it.

I’ve had enough

I’m sick of it.

i just cant stand you

I’m sick of you sh**.

Call me a sl**.

Call me a b***h.

Go ahead

Throw your fit.

But i swear to god

This is it.

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