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You hit me hard You played your cards You broke a glass And caught the shards   you broke my heart tore it apart You left me here Nowhere to start   So the story goes
I’m sorry that I couldn’t make you happy I’m sorry that I can’t make myself happy I’m sorry that happiness isn’t a language I speak But I loved you I’m sorry if I pushed you away
I've done all the work. I've tried to do everything right. I graduated high school at 16, and college at 20. Here I am in grad school nearly begging for money.
Materialstic things portray valuables and possessions I went from rags to riches And learned life's lessons Get rich or die trying, some said But that's not factual to me Got money but want to be dead
Boy joy I love you all Haters losers and bald headed dolls Sexy maxi taco won't melt Caughing in my coffin I must have benched Swing around da posy all these hoses nosy
ONE DAY A STORM CAME IT DESTRYOED THE ENTIRE CITY THE CITY WHICH WAS ONCE KNOWN AS THE CITY OF LIGHTS THE STORM BROUGHT HATE THE STORM BROUGHT TEARS THE STORM BROUGHT BETRAYAL ONE DAY THE STORM LEFT
You broke my trust   Now you've lost me I won't come back I won't call I tried And you lost me We won't talk We won't be friends You won't be anything to me You lost me
His chest was a battlefield. Logic v.s Fear. His chest tightened with every step that he let mark Walk from. His body a rickashay of bullets. Rattled by Marks earthquake steps. Silence is more defining than Erwin Screams.
Darling, I want to love you the only way I know how -- like a broke college kid.
are you the reason i left? are you the reason i dropped everything? are you the reason my heart was shattered?  yes you are    you ripped my heart out of my chest  you put it through a blender
You’ve been accepted College, university What’s a student loan?   The first two years here
Eyes are weighing down Balance constantly zero Work hard to work hard
I used to live in a world of freshly squeezed laundry, Himalayan pink salt on Atlantic salmon, and thermostatic, triple jet showers.   But now I live in a world of re-worn t-shirts, mouldy
My highest aspirations  The ones I hope no longer to be dreams  Threatening with apparitions  Visible and dark beams  Coming to induce fear or perhaps redeem  Sweeping away the emptiness 
Rainbows  have so many colors like all the people in the world  rainbows are  clean like soap which we appreciate    we should be like the rainbow because the rainbow is bright  the rainbow is  wide and diffrent 
forced and false  fake will fall  you must be real  to withstand at all  because smiles won't get you through hard times  but peace and prayer through this upward climb  stand in line 
I saw The shadows feed I fall Finally cut too deep I call Out can't you see? I'm flawed So from the heart I bleed I'm lost Give up I'm finally beat They killed 
Slam The doors crash shutThe lights flicker ofThe flesh escapes. Slam The tears roll downThe face turns redThe heat boils up. Slam
Money is such an issue So much so I may need a tissue As I try to make good grades and pass my classes I have to worry about the assets that I can grab at
Staring into space Troubled, confused, BROKEN. There is no future left Shattered into millions of pieces Like Prince Rupert's Drop. This is what was believed by many Yet, tis not true
I feel it coming like a wave about to crush me.   the pain of having nothing.  All these worries to worry about I get all strung up and i wanna pull my hair out.  I'm always stressed.
I go to work to get a paycheck I have dreams! Got good grades in high school because I studed every night, damn! Parents want me to go to colege to get educated and get a better job
If time could freeze and our hearts melt into one Sparks of spontaneity signify something has begun But fate is at our door and grief is waking us in our bed Desperation is pushing us towards the cliff
Young love, A terrible trap, From the life twisting heartache, To the unfufillable promises, But who could blame such naive adolescents?   If people on the telly can fnd live, why can't I?
One word and I’m all yours But you don’t even know it Bring on these confusing thoughts And how I know I’m getting ahead of myself once more I think of a future Even though our friendship has just begun
I am a lover of words, of prose, of poetry Something about the way the vowels and consonants create varying Syllables that ebb and flow, forming something beautifully aureate
There’s a fire burning within Fueled by pure sin Tormenting thoughts and soundless cries Reminiscing on each of his lies
I remember when they told me to hit the books, pick up a pen Bet they didn't think it would cost me a fortune back then
They say the world revolves around money. I think that you don't need money to be happy, but in order to be happy you have to be set financially. The world is too cruel to those who have nothing,
"I like curly haired women." "Black women are loud." "Why aren't you open to new experiences?" "You shouldn't wear weave." I think I have just about had it with these young black men. Who do you think you are?
“Your parents make too much money”, the government states and that’s the first thing wrong with financial aid My parents make enough money to survive and pay bills but I’m not a rich kid who can pay so let’s be real
Steal from me. Poke fun at me. Follow me...whatever. Deep down I know inside my own self is better. You broke me. You scorned me. Over time I learned to adore me. It takes time and it takes courage but in the end I it has been worth it.
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