I hate that pleasure can get you caught up in something you may not get out of. It's so fucking hard to tell the difference between a hood rat and a city dove. I fucking hate it here an apparently killing myself isn't an option. Yet I somehow feel like my life is going to end early and that's just based on my intuition. I hate how easy it is to get caught up in a relationship that's toxic. I hate that it can be disguised so easily. I hate that it can be so easy to abuse me. But luckily I got my best friends, luckily they double as my family. Luckily they caught the red flags I was too blind to see. I really do have thank them for helping me remain as free as I can be.
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My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.