What I Allow Them To See
To be more serious than others
comes to people as a suprise
To have a personal clone more to me as a twin, or is it me in disguise.
The maturity level of mine is higher than most it's nothing to me...to them it's awesome, but a number counts.
Time fly's by but no one really notices until I do.
The open mind I have amazes the exsistence, I do and I don't know the reason why
They are all in my face, it's not the prettiest, but they are in my face goes perfect with my hair.
They touch, some smell it's awesome to them because its mine, then what's mine trends in due time.
It's awesome to everyone and everywhere...I go the obssession is real, the attention is dreaded
but that I wont reveal.
Real life happens,
It's awesome how I handle it hurt and quiet
It is hard to me, but that's the opposite of what I allow them to see.
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