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alone


Alone 
If a tree falls in the woods does someone hear it 
If my heart is dark but light I emit like a bulb...do I have an empty soul 
Its as if I'm lonely 
Dark..I am lonesome they call me pure evil down to my very bones...
Cuz the things they heard the things that they where told...were all rubberish fake plastic...
Yet here I stand mind intack brain whole standing tall glittering ...GOLD...
All's well that ends well...hey at least that's wat I was told...
At night it gets cold winter comes the storm blows....
My heart aches sometimes but I hide it good...
That's y u never hear of a broken hearted nigga that be living in the hood
Wood is good it help me stay above the flood waters of my haters...knee scrappers deal breakers this world is full of them no way to shake them...but loathsome r us few that deal with these troubles... 
Hide it from others as it truly eats us from inside...
Its like a dwelling monster that's inside us trying to get out....
Eating my insides yet we fight so hard to keep it in ...
But in the end it all comes out....
On the floor in a ball letting all of it out...
Just remember there's never any sound. That comes out if u dont let ur feelings out

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Nate the Great

this is my life I have a few accounts on here due to my short memory and crowded mind.

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