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Such a wicked little thing you did. But I made it out alright. You keep spreading lies. While I enjoy my life. I don’t hate you. I don’t blame you. I’m thankful for what you did. You made me strong. I moved on. I’m grateful for the place I’m in. In the end, it’s all on you. You’re still the same, haven’t changed. I don’t need to talk to you to know, Still the same person with an unhappy soul; ~Penny For My Profanity