I don't talk to you about what i do and what goes on in my life. not because of my actions that i consider lame in weighed or how you'll react but how you'll use them against me in the future
you will build a case so that when shit hits the fan, all the small talk and conversations i had with you will have led to what you "always knew would happen" , what you had warned me against, and what argues the most noise is the life you and everybody else see's as never to be mine to live
how it is another's fault but i'm the worst piece of caused pain for you don't care to ask nor believe me. how it's all because of the kind of person i am, who i hang around with, or my naivety
but i am not who they all say i am—i am me and if you want to know who your daughter is, have the patience to ask and listen.
-talk
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
