A message to that: (and yes, it is mean as hell)
Punch me, hit me, beat me to the core
But leave my love out of this war
She doesn't deserve this; neither do I
But if it means her safe, I'm willing to cry
Truth is it won't come to that, though
You don't pose a threat, you punk ass hoe
You act all high but coming down to it
You're nothing more than a regular student
All bark, small bite
But you will start the fight
Just know after you land that hit
I will be the one to end it
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Life and Its Discrepancies
ŞiirThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
