[I am so angry with him that i want to kill him]
GROW UP or you'll be my EX
I can NOT believethe CRAP you do
You thirty -
ACT it -
The eleven and nine year old boys
I babysit are more mature then YOU.
Anthony,
you may be my boyfriend,
but GROW UP!
I am sick of your
paranoid EMBARESSING behaviour,
If you don't stop your childish tantrams -
our relationship WILL soon reach the end.
I do really LOVE you,
I'm just ANGRY about the things you do!
03/02/06
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2006-02-02 at 08:07
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