donderdag 23 januari 2025

No one loves you, rich boy

I will not be the first to break,
And never under your hand. 
You cannot erase my footprints,
They're made in cement. 

I will not be the one to crumble,
You don't have what it takes.
Sure, try to claim your victory medal
And bite down until it breaks.

Your worth is so fake.

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