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Crunchtime


You think the lord for that wonderful gift I pray and ask him why in the world did he curse me like this Hurt since birth feeling worthless and shit Tryna find love got me hanging off of a cliff Contemplating holdin on or just letting it slip At 20 gave myself 30 now I'm down to the 6 Seems like time is flying by and I'm just counting the ticks This the bed that I made but I'm still digging this ditch But if you hear me and you listen please show me you care It's the nights all alone feels like no one is there So if you see and I don't speak just pull you up a chair Ask me why do I think that life ain't fair I ain't asking for a lot just lend me your ear I can talk through it all until my head get clear Cause I got a lot upon my mind Still feel like I'm dying You said I will be fine But mama I'm tired of crying Just lie to me one more time This is crunchtime
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Von Dutch
This poem is for all those who continually encourage me to keep going yall don't realize but y'all save a life daily thank you.

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