And to this day
I'm trapped here.
No way out.
And here I am
Short and stout.
You know my feelings
Are outta control.
I rap about deep shit.
I wanna go back home.
Too late for me.
Can't you see.
Home is the last place
I wanna be.
But at the same time.
I'm craving home.
But for right now
I'm all alone
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My Little Poetry Book
PoetryHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
