"Christa are you with us?"
where am I?
Who are you?
Can you please unstrap my wrists
What did you do?
Why are my arms hurting?
I'm looking at you cop
if you wanted to kill me
should have gotten it done
You administered twice and failed
What's wrong diluted the dose to save state money
And now your stuck with me
A murderer a torturer
A women enraged who will remind you of your error
every single day
I dont' know if it was the Devil
Epstein's ghost or what put me back on the map
But my arms are killing me
I'm going to need more of those drugs
My lawyer is going to be in touch
(RIP Colleen Slemmer)
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