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1:12pm


It takes time to understand. So they say, to understand everything it takes time. I have yet had the closure to move on from time or to understand why. The passion is still very adolescent more so a young wildfire. When its new and fresh a part of me thinks thats when the love is the best. No pain, lies and insercurites that you may have caused. You caused them all. Yet, I dont understand so I bury that tourmented pain with music and fantasies. Me being filthy rich living my life. Driving your dream car with your favorite rapper in the passenger. Meanwhile hardwork and ambition is keeping my head above financial waters. Include the countless nights of sleep followed by indugling in creamy succlent snacks. Trying to become the person I see in my fantasies. No, dont be mistaken I cared about yours but not now. You changed me into a selfish heartless person. A person who only worries about their own who takes each step thinking about them. I only crave brown, gold deep cocoa skin near mines and deep inside I wish I can say the same thing about you. I learned that people like people that look like them. So it make since that your past is what it once was. I try not to reculect what was but what is now. Hopefully one day you can be the "was" I cant reculect. Part of me doesnt, but what do I know I dont understand remenber? Only time will tell.

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