I try my best to hide, try desperately to blend in. Take all the drugs till my head starts to spin. So I get choked up, from keeping this deep dark secret. Doing my best to keep my lips tight knit so no one else will peep it. But each time someone returns, I get reminded that some lessons are the hardest to learn. Or is it addiction, the attention that I get? Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between an act of kindness, and a threat.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoezjaInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.