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If I ever promise to give you all me, I mean that and I love you. Yet Arnessa never taught me how to deal with failure so this Young God is learning as I go. I apologize yet in that moment trauma had me thinking you were the opposition. Always on a mission, grew up with trips that had me idealizing cousins in prison. Never cared to be there but I studied where they fall off on the tight rope. Lajan said he have to talk to the Most High sometimes just to make sure he ain’t tripping. Logically speaking I never show up to a debate in my feelings. You say I like to argue like a bxtch but when I’m in my head you want to know what I’m thinking. I’m selfishly manipulating everyone I come in contact with. I want to win you want to win, I sacrifice you sacrifice and that’s the ONLY way it’ll make sense.
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