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Honestly


I am honestly hurt by u

U were one of my best friends

I bestowed upon u the best of what i can offer that is my friendship

Now it seems our relationship ain't shit

I'm kind of disgusted by the pleasure that I felt frm that night

But my intoxication blurred my sight and now I lay alone in the night regretting that state of sin

Bitches would prolly envy my spot because I got what they wanted for one night

A night with u

But id tell em that it ain't worth it, which is true

Bc I see right thru the bullshit u choose to put urself thru

U had a girl at the time and she may appear to b a dime but id prolly b lyin if I said she was the best for u

U invaded my mind

Told me u liked me since we started being friends but u never went for me because I was too good for u...

Too good for u? The fuck?

Why is that an excuse ppl use n put themselves thru?

When they choose the material over the mental wealth because it seems easier to pursue?

So u stick with the girl that was the easiest option because she was cute and went after you

Didn't seem to b a challenge so from there ur relationship grew

But it didn't grow.

U sit there n do the same shit everyday wid the crew that u kno,

smoked on that dro to let ur mind go of the shit that u caused,

tryna temporarily put ur life on pause n u think I ain't noticed.

Please.

Ya girl dont challenge you and the love I could've bestowed is what hurts the most because u restricted ur capacity when I kno ur capable of growth.

So I jus let it go.

I could've turned u into a man and made yo momma happy for puttin u in my hands bc I woulda only guided u to better urself n prepare u for a life that we coulda had

Now we dnt even really speak and I'm open for change but ur mentality don't seem so concrete.

So yea, I'm hurt

Maybe we was never friends

And u missed out, but I'm chillin

mentally relivin what coulda been.

2/18/2013

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Atlas Cortez

Hayward, CA. Philosopher, artist, mental nomad.

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