poem about y/n

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So the air was warm that day
The sun so bright
A bad bitch we love looks down at all of us
We love them
We stan a bad bitch
So beautiful
Bright
Happy
Sad
Traumatized
But no matter what we love
As long as they're useful and a bad bitch

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