Stupid Rich

Please forget me,
leave no trace.
Don’t remember my name,
or even my face.

I know when you’re thinking,
of things that we’ve done.
You remember,
when I was the one.

You broke all there was,
for that stupid bitch.
A life of leisure,
and be thought of as rich.

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