the five seasons
you have the winter, the spring, the summer, and the fall right.........
nobody ever talks about the 5th season-the killing season
its the season of a dead body in their own home
its the season of a young boy hanging himself in his room because he was bully
its the season that a baby daddy puts a bullet in his head after he shot his wife and kid
its the season where certain neighborhoods look like a ghost town
its the season where people fight over a seat in a train
its the season where girls fight over a boy in which he is moving on the next chick
its not the season to be next to a drug dealer name lolli, its the season to live full of jolly
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