Misfortune
Keep it pushing ,my drive to be The best, success, and my music are my ambitions, they spare love ,But they dish out hate like the last thanksgiving dinner;let that manifest think about it. Hmmhmm you say you have no regrets, but if paint a picture like that portrait of Mona Lisa,yet this time i with Paint with soft..and persistent strokes , so that when i paint your past and your future ,it will show how your actions ,have not Changed. That portrait , Its mirror reflection of you.i leave you in a pool of sweat. No regrets..yet you seem nervous..
Christmas past,and present..setting u free from all misconceptions,
misfortune
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