Witches Btches
(none fiction)
miserable Witches trying to ruin.
But they can't defeat what they once trained.
They try to take from me everything I earn.
For they are miserable with they own.
They try to eat me alive with stress and malpractice.
But it only makes them more miserable.
They work is the work of the devil, like my father.
For that's what he had done to me through out my childhood
So yes I am aware of all these doings
For you no different from him, you are the devil old hag witches
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