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A cold warning

I’m not one for being used

Unless I give my heart

But if you don’t cherish me enough

We simply have to part

I’m not into short term love

They are ten a penny

I am tired of all the games

I don’t want any

Don’t try to trick me with your charms

It won’t work with this witch

Hurt me and cast me aside

You’ll soon see a bitch!

I’ll hunt you down and tear you apart

For thinking you can play with my heart

I go cold and black quite quick

If you try to fuck around this chick

I’ll chew you up and spit you out

Before you even know it

And that will be your just desserts for treating me like shit!

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Fake people causing problems

Today I am wearing a green and black floral dress, where I really want to be wearing a lovely pair of corduroy dungarees with a cosy jumper underneath, but never mind!

If my grammar is bad today I apologise, but I am not sleeping well lately.  I have had eighteen hours sleep in three days all told.  Last night was the longest bout of sleep I’ve had in three days, ten hours but I was disturbed four times.

There is a lot I am thinking about and a lot of it is along the lines of “GET ME OUT OF HERE!” but never mind, I’ll learn to cope, I always do!

I always make do, its just me, I am easily adaptable and flexible and I try to make the best of any situation, but certain things are just going on too long now and I have nobody backing my corner, supporting me or cheering me on, it feels.

It’s hard to stay strong when you’re doing everything by yourself with no release to outsiders.

I am a fiery bitch today, because of issues going on. My Mediterranean ancestry is certainly noticeable today because a lot of people have riled me up! Beware as I am a super angry Italian mama today, I am usually very passive and calm as far as the rest of my family is concerned! This is a rarity of mine! But don’t piss me off today, as I am not holding back!

The only person I have patience with right now is my son, who is actually 40% of the problem, but he can’t help it!

Then strangers online have the audacity to put their insecure shit on me because I’m not there for them when they demand it!  They challenge what I say and get bitchy or they become drama llamas, I mean, come on – you don’t actually know me do you?  What gives you the right to add to my problems right now?  Are you ever going to be in my life? 

I very much doubt all of you will be!  There are six individuals this is aimed at and I will block them if they start this crap one more time, because I don’t need any more toxicity in my life thank you very much!  Get off your high horse and take a walk, if that’s how you’re going to treat me, because right now, I have REAL things going in my life I don’t need to take on FAKE problems like you!

I am sorry to say, but you mean nothing to me unless you are in my life or making an effort to be a TRUE friend.

Be realistic guys, are you genuinely in my life?  No, you six individuals have only spoken to me less than five times in your whole life online – yet you think you can get away with trying to get a reaction from me, like a clingy baby?

Grow up!

For those who read my blog a lot, I wholeheartedly apologise for posting this, but I need to get this out there.

Please understand.

Thanks for reading…

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Witches cursing and besting each other

I stir the pot as you stir the pot

Curses and vexes galore

You stir the pot, so I stir the pot, I stir and stir some more

You make the pains, so I make the pains

We stir and stir some more

Witch against witch and bitch against bitch

Trying better than each other galore

Three times three, times three times three

We’re stirring and stirring some more

Never thinking of our convictions

The Hell we make for each other and what for?                                          

To prove each of us right, or each of us wrong

We stir and stir some more

Witch against witch and bitch against bitch

Trying better than before

I won’t stop and you won’t stop

So we stir and stir some more

Our lives change into darker things

Still we stir and stir some more

Our lives are fucked and our lives do suck

Yet we stir and stir some more

When do we stop, you whore?

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You’ve allowed me to imprison you

You must like pain if you still read my poisoned words

Always aimed at you

Always said in truth

Always breaking you, because you allow it

You allow it, because you sit and read

You sit and allow yourself to grieve

At the words I say to you

You are the fool

I am your cruel mistress

Because you allow it, submissive

You read it and I don’t make you

You’ve allowed me to imprison your mind

And I will always own you

As long as you still sit and read, sit and grieve

Even after I’ve disowned you

It’s true

It’s true

You’ve allowed me to imprison – YOU!

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or maybe it won’t be that way?

Someday I’ll win the lottery

Someday I’ll be rich

Someday I’ll be a millionaire

Then I’ll be a bitch

To my boss and enemies

I’ll show them what it’s like

To live life to the fullest

And do just what I like

Or maybe it won’t be that way?

Maybe I’ll sit back and behave

Drinking wine and on fine food dine

Cruising on soft waves

Someday I’ll win the lottery

Then everything will be alright

For money solves most things

Am I not right?

Or maybe it won’t be that way?

Maybe something will still be missing?

Will he love me truly, the new guy I will be kissing?

Let’s sit back and think this over

Maybe it’s not lucky rolling in clover?

Or maybe it won’t be that way?

Let’s put these tickets on and see if I’ll win today…

 

 

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