BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY!

The day that I died was also the day I started to live. In my old life, I longed for someone to see what was special in me, He didn’t. His verbal, mental abuse tormented me Until I just wanted to be someone else unable to feel. He made me feel unworthy, I could never describe that Pain. FACT; Love is for the weak and Many Times he took my voice away, I realize the earth is truly a man’s world, “tightening up” a friend told me & get this money! Now speaking more so begging when Spoken to, BITCH SUBMIT to all my demands, chains & whips with allot of frustration to lash out. You see, sometimes I’m good. Oh, I’m very good. But sometimes I’m bad. But only as bad as I wanna be. Freedom is power. To live a life untamed and unafraid is the gift that I’ve been given, Pain could be pleasurable.