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My Insight


Toys, candy, and games
Were my niche those days
Care free from
Jewelry, money , watches
I was content with bags of lays
Where I came
Stress free hidden from pain
My parents could be struggling
But they was sweet as a cane
I made 15 and started to notice pain
Battling with bills causing rage
Troubling with females
I wanted them to engage
Trying to Wear the nicest clothes
Wanted to look exactly my age
All I wanted to do was fit and suppose
I turned 18
And wanted to aim
Awards for family
It ease the pain
I let go of materialistic
And became logistic
Before I became a statistic
Chasing the wrong bag
It can lead you a misfit

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