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She was young, she was smart but she was dumb. She knew but she didn’t know, now the consequences are to come.

 

She was a rebel, she was independent. She wasn’t good with timing all she did was spend it.

 

She was in love, more than once, more than twice. She was naive and jus wouldn’t believe it wasn’t right.

 

She had plenty to choose from, but she didn’t choose wisely. She could’ve done better but in her head she was saying “it doesn’t surprise me”.

 

She wants to change, but her pride won’t let her. She wants to do things the right way, she wants to do better.

 

She is loyal, caring and very mindful. She’s physically alone, but her anger and depression still stands beside her.

 

She has friends, but she refuses to vent. She needs help but doesn’t want money to be spent.

 

She speaks with her eyes, and a slight movement of her lips. They offer her a smile, but she doesn’t take the tip.

 

She speaks her mind, she stands her ground. She had her guard up but she met someone different and let her guard down.

 

She’s different, and I’m not jus gassing. She doesn’t go the speed limit and she’ll pass you even if the lane isn’t passing.

 

She is me, unhappy but happy. She is I, her life is 4c textured, curly but mostly nappy