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No One Knows


No one knows how I feel or what I really think. SOme people might be shocked some probably won't be able to blink. Is it wrong for me to want more? AM i wrong for buying everything but dutches at the corner store? I dont think I'm better. Because I came from this. weed flled hallways. Staircases full of piss. Excuse me if it's harsh, but something's must be said. Like if I failed. Let's face it who the hell would really care? see I want it more than they know. I have more than I show. Like a balloon with too much air. I'm just waiting to blow. waiting for my time. Waiting to claim the throne.\Striving for all the things I can call my own. My pain is what drives me. I've felt more than you know & I've learned that sometime its ok to grow. What they fail to realize, is I'm much more than they can fathom. I'm striving for more than Bentelys and new phantoms......
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