With all honesty, your where the last person to talk some sense in me.
You where my last shot, at recovering myself.
You where legit Dr.Dre on god when I needed you most and you came for me.
It may not be what you said to me but this is legit what it sounded like to me.
"You'll never know what it's like till you lose it, we've lost you months ago and it hurts everyday. Open your eyes. Your sisters and our mothers need you. We all need you back because your killing yourself and your taking us with you."
It was alot to take in chooky.
You saved me from drowning .
Thank you for making me realize what love was again.
Thank you for hitting me in the balls to wake me up.
Thank you for teaching me the importance of family again.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoesieA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
