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Cold,
Heartless,
Controlling,
Always in charge.
Her wish is granted,
Commanding is her game.
No is never an option,
Logic is never considered,
What she wants she gets, big or small.
You can’t ever hide from her, or play games.
Though she’s trying to help she only hurts,
Makes you cry, toss and turn in your sleep.
She strains you and stresses you eas’ly.
Without a second though or glance,
she’ll yell and scream and curse
until she turns blue,
and loses her
voice and patience.
You hate
her.





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