Toddler,
Baby,
Little kid,
How u are related to me,
I dont fucking know,
Your a spoilt brat,
Fucking Lil shit,
Don't appreciate what you have,
Yet u get so fucking much,
I hate you,
I want you to die,
But hey,
Its me instead,
Goodbye Lil brat,
Ive had enough.
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