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ain't "studdin' yo' ass". Wait, before you judge and hate, you must recognize some fundamental truths. Some of us were born into sick, sadistic, cruel, excruciatingly painful,  situations.
 Some wo/men, (far too many), are SICK, SADISTIC, SLUTS,  EXACTLY LIKE mARTHA jANE WALTERS HODGES DOSTER WATSON LAMOUREAUX!
Low creatures, exactly like that ABOMINATION TO THE HOLY GHOST , occupying the White House. 
Still trying to rape, rob, crucify, destroy, and dismantle "Democracy". Let'um!
The greedy  dogs , the greed mongers can't be satisfied,  and they already have Ninety-nine percent of ALL THE WEALTH!
To quote my slutty,  (closeted) bulldagging "mother"; "All mo' than a moufful is a waste."

If you ever really want to know what kind of a person,  you are dealing with; "Look at their fruit". 
How often do they give you a true compliment? A sincere compliment,  because they really want
to see you suceed? They are not secretly,  deliriously happy,  to call you a failure, a loser, someone IT sucks to be.                                                                 
Are you pelleted with remarks that you know are designed to hurt your feelings, to belittle you? Well, Dear One, every time they make a belittling remark, give it to GOD. Yes! "Jesus will Fix IT!"
No matter, stay strong. GOD got this!!!
BEAMING!!!

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