"Are you going to sit here all day?"
Its always the same questions ever since she left me, I've been sitting on my homeboy's couch for three days staring at the TV. Shit, it wasn't even on, it was black and empty like my soul.
"Soo... you just gon sit there?"
Blink!
Sighing, he walks away and mumbles, "Musty ass nigga!"
I lift my arm and smell my armpit,
"DAMN!", he right, I need to get my life together.
Walking upstairs I drag myself to take a shower and listen to my new theme song:
Young Dro- FDB
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Short StoryA series of short stories and poems I put together, nothing special, read if you want.
