What do I do when there's apart of me that wants to fight but anither knowing its not polite, they look at me and say I'm alright acroos the hills they're giving me crazy pills.
It's all in my head but all I do is lay in bed as all my friends left me on read, no one to side with because everyone lies no one is worthy for me to trust it's all just a bust, what do I do when hw says she's no good but my heart tells me it'll refuel the burning wood in my soul as i fix me a quick bowl of weed because that's when I feel to need where I'm volnerable to any disirable feelings if she knew she would have me at the tip of her toes thank god I'm at the low of lows where no one could hear me shouting at these hoes
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Poetic Vato
RandomMy poetic judgement what goes through my head a journal/lyric book
