none of these motherfuckers can touch me
I don't give a fuck if you think you could
ill still win and send you home like i should
never needed a wishing well, i always knew i would
so how the fuck are you gonna stop me?
your girl broke your heart, how you gonna fix that?
the whole competition is a mismatch
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
