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Lonely Notes


Lonely Notes I feel myself go on repeat Lecturing on how I don't want to be hurt again Why do I have to fucking repeat ? All the guys I dealt Is just like the previous hand I dealt before Bullshit Not genuine I should of known But I always go against the grain of my 6 sense Poking my 3rd eye saying you're blind remember But if I feel , who gives a shit if I can't see They were times where I fought myself to breath Couldn't believe that I fell for hypocrisy But to fall truly inlove Everyone has to bleed once My cynical gestures are just me being bitter because I know I've been played But who hasn't My pride reign strong So I personally don't give a fuck who did How selfish can I be Very The selfless side of me say margaret that aint the right thing to do. & gets runned over But I fell into the habit of pointing everywhere else instead of my own reflection Because I allow Thinking they'd love ...me Once again hurt people hurt people Because they don't know no better & heal people cannot heal them Cause It'd drag you down into a deep dark place I seen it happen The only one who can heal them is themselves It starts w/ you . As of me on da capo al fine I'd just have to. take a step back & observe Because obviously something aint right My ambition is built by my anger Don't ask why I'm just an angry child I just imagine the friction my fist would cause to your face & I stare at you for no apparent reason don't fucking ask Cause its the only way I can function(poems go here)
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I'd try not to sound boring , but it'll end up being boring anyways. Nobody really like bios anymore; we've been brought up an a society where we prejudge and figure your pre-destiny with one look. No exchange of sophisticated or "ratchet" words, just one look. So when you look at me what do you see? Well when I look in the mirror I see size 15 38 DD bossoms, hair that really don't know how to act and a very chocolate woman. This woman is 18 and graduated high school struggling to get into college, this woman also is an Afro Hispanic surprisingly and she loves poetry. Poetry had saved her life that's all that matters. She really hates bios .... 12/13/13

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