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My upside down


I'm drench from da rain and crush from da terrain I'm sick n tired of being sick n tired I feel like dat bike in da basement brand new but never got to feel da breeze traveling through laying there getting rust dat rubber on my tires have flats I see y no one ever wanted a ride me u left me in da cold n dark part in ur house so wen I did get to be look at ppl will turn there face with discuss Bc time did a number on me but it ok but I will soon have a new owner n they will wash me n show me how it feel to be free for ever It felt to be a slave to one I thought would bring my upside down  

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Uneekone215

A poet going through some motion and through my journey I hope I’m able to impact some of you with my words bless up and member if I said it cement it -JMD-

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