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It's been two months since we been back from the trip and shit really ain't been da same. I moved out da house dat we all share , I couldn't really be around them.
All da look they give me , everybody trynna talk me into talking to Samir but I just can't right now. In my heart I know I love her , da love ain't going nowhere but if she don't trust me how Am I suppose to deal with dat.
Right now I just need my space.
I take da kids to school every morning and she picks them up every afternoon. I see my niggas everyday at da trap. They try to tell me what's been up with her but I ain't trynna hear it. It's not dat I don't care I just feel like if she really wanted to talk she got my number and know where I stay at so I really ain't gonna stress it.
Samir been playing mad ever since I moved out. Acting like she ain't give a fuck and dats cool with me. I'll never force anyone to be in my life or to talk to me no matter how much I care because she showed me dat no matter how much you prove yourself somebody always gonna doubt you and she doubt me , I think dats what I really can't get over.
I think dis space will be good for us. I'm hoping dat it'll good for us. Me getting locked put a lot of strain on our relationship and I know dat. I'm not blind , I know her raising da kids for two years without me was a lot and I'm grateful for her doing dat but me not being put some distance between us. She's changed and so have I but what I don't know is , if it was for da better or worst.
Leaning back In my chair , I ran my fingers through my hair.
All I could be was sigh. Shit is getting to stressful for me and I don't think I could do it by myself. Pulling out my phone I went to Samir messages.
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She left me on read.
Shaking my head , I got up from my chair grabbing my keys and made my way out my office.
"Where you goin' Yungin' ?" Sneaks asked.
I didn't even have da energy to respond. I just continued to walk out da door and to my car. I needa some serious space because I feel like and fuckin' drown and can't nobody see me.
Jungle by Drake played low through my speakers.
I ain't even boutta bullshit yall , aye nigga been having dis shit on repeat for da past two months.
She said you're my everything I love you through everything, I done did everything to her She forgave me for everything, this a forever thing Hate that I treat it like it's a whatever thing Trust me girl, this shit is everything to me
I rapped along to da song as I took my exit to get on da highway.
This shit is everything to me, this shit is everything Don't know where we stand, I used to hit you 'bout everything Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? If I need to talk, are you around? Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
