MY 1 N ONLY
Contorted..thoughts-twisted-unsorted...Lord why is this?-hurt received consistent- confused as the script has flipped wit supportive "... instead of neglective- my course has..redirected -evil forces.. don't want good let in.. cuz then its a force to reckon..
Thankin' God for ya, empty till I met ya- revvin up my mental..heavier than metal.. friends seen us 2gether..envious..whateva.. let's us know we special..and better off without'em...nevermind'em babe I'm glad I found u.. if they can't see your Heavensent they know nothing about you...
opportunity.. I squandered it.. foolishly.. usually.. its like I never even wanted it, frequently... ego steppin' over the line repeatedly... that's continuity.. perpetual ruining, all the opportunity.... mishaps.. or mistakes or relapse.. more than 2 or 3..all close to me, tryin' to talk truth to me..well talk sense to me.. cuz I was walking senselessly.. realized I became allergic to walking so I'd steal a car so I could rest my feet...instead of just working a job... I thought it'd be more worth it to rob..my network got worse overall as soon as I chose the streets over semesters in fall...didn't know that'd be a cause for me destined to fall..you know gettin' arrested and all.. laws I would break, drugs I would take, friends who were fake, panned out fools gold with choices I'd make...blinded.. no selective sight.. the opportunities I chose to take up got me sentences, but not sentenced to life..Time should be served.. yet I can't deny I had better opportunities first...(pt.1)
would u believe my struggle was more that origin? disfunctional.. alone in environment with whom wasn't even my own skin..not ya typical..upbringing.. yet love ones who was present.. seen as secondary.. very scary.. and still pops was missin'..how do I view a world being so young with not any Promise's given? (to be continued).
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LIFE MOVING
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Written on March 28, 2023
Submitted by dnaj3334 on March 28, 2023
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