still i rise you may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies, you may trod me in the very dirt but still, like dust, i'll rise. does my sassiness upset you? why are you beset with gloom? 'cause i walk like i've got oil wells pumping in my living...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
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