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Growing up, I only wanted respect. The things I did to get it never led me to understand why people took everything as a joke.  Why does my life got to be trouble? Why do I have to be caused for your false mistakes? Why can’t no one trust me? Why didn’t my father care about me? Why does everyone show me hatred instead of giving me blessings? I went from infancy to adolescence and now, as an adult, all the past experiences I went through to be more mature. I got taken 4 granted.... all the love... blood... sweat... And tears I show to people was all taken 4 granted!!! everything I did meant nothing to them!! when they needed me I was there asap, but when I needed them most they betray me!!! I fought lots and lots of unnecessary people for no reason when I couldn’t just hear them out!! the love I shown to people was always 100, always truth never a lie. Why should I be blamed when I wanted the same energy that was given towards yall outta respect n care into negative self integrity destruction problems... I got taken 4 granted from all people that wasted my time to make me look like a fool for there actions, making me to someone I wasn’t suppose to be. I’m leader not toxicied trap dog looking for trouble so I dropped everyone that took my kindness as weakness to look bad. I felt hurt but I couldn’t show my personal affection side only my aggressive side and god strong wisdom of encouragement to have faith in what i want in life to stay independent.

 

 

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