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1-25-13


An everyday struggle A certain type of hustle Girls become tramps and boys become bustas Although there is that 10% that finds a way Living this life we live day by day Since when did the world stop to level A level that undefines the black whole within minds Why cant a whole no longer be filled Even with all the joy in the world it manages to stay killed What happened to the hope and the pride Did we loose reason of determination as to why? Did our souls just turn completely black We no longer care the hurting of others Yet we laugh as we are being murdered Abused, misued, confused, and disfunctionally rude Why are we to afraid to accept most truth But more importantly why are you afraid to just loose what you know you will soon gain again in the end REALITY
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I MAY BE WEIRD BUT IM AWESOME TO GET ALONG WITH AND I ALWAYS PUT GOD FIRST..IF NO ONE HAS TOLD YOU..I LOVE YOU...STAY BLESSED

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