I kinda want someone to stick along for the ride. But for some odd reason everyone has something to hide. The skeletons in the closet, the secrets on the page. I never know how someone is feeling about me, it's actually quite hard to gauge. I always miss the cues, I always miss the signs. Totally missing each opportunity, to call someone mine.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoezjaInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.