Nicholas Wayde Turner
Stand Up For Yourself
He's always looking for something to complain about.
I'm sick of being in this drought.
His negativity is really starting to get to me.
Because of all the chaos he earned a 'D'.
I'm sick of all the lies.
Why don't we just break ties.
I'm starting to think that it's getting a little too hard.
I think we are better off sending a Christmas card.
I'm at that point where I want to explore new thing.
Why don't we just try bing.
I love my family as much as you love me.
Why don't we invite them over for a cup of tea.
He'll never go for that.
Maybe it's because he's fat.
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