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“People will always tramp over you They will smile in your face and stab you in the back Only to get what they want Never allow it If the place you are in is toxic Just leave Don't hang around hoping for things to get better Don't hang on to hope thinking things will definitely change Trust me when I say if it hasn't changed over these past years it will not change now Get out Move on”

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Book:A Broken Woman: From a child that was loved dearly into a teen that has lost her strength
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