1996 just before the clock struck twelve that's when I officially met Rakim. And we entered the new year together. 1997 was a special year, for both me and Rakim. Everybody knew Rocky, but never bothered to know Rakim. 1997 was a year of heartbreak and hardships. I told my deepest secrets and my biggest fears. So he did the same. 1997 was the year of big mistakes, but I can never make myself regret them. That's only cause I spent 365 days with him. 1997 was the year I gave my heart and my soul to Rakim. And I knew he cherished every moment of it. Still, somewhere in the darkness something came to the light. 1997 was the year I let go of him and entered 1998 with new beginnings and without Rakim.

"peaches was a woman I adored with deep ebony colored skin and a rich pink core."

"Do you trust me?" He asked as he held my hand. "Of coarse I do.." I say as I look into his eyes. "Do you love me?" He said as he wrapped both arms around my waist and pulled me forward. "Always..Jahseh is there something wrong?" I whisper as he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." He whispered right before he kissed my lips. • Jahseh is also known as Xxxtentacion, my favorite human in the entire world. I figured I'd make a story about him because I figured there aren't many out here. Enjoy. :)

19 year old Jasmine is a good girl at heart with a bad reputation. She's been involved in gangs, drive-bys, and drug deals. She doesnt know what's coming when she kills the wrong person. ___________________________________ EDIT: I know his fucking name is Jahseh, so if you read the name "Jahsen" anywhere in this story, it's autocorrect.

I look around, very confused. I have a pounding headache. I go to rub my head but my hands are tied up. I start to panic. "Relax." A deep voice says lowly. "Where am I? Who are you?" I ask, trying to get my arms out of whatever their tied up in. I see his shadow and my breathing gets shallow. I start to breathe hard as I hear his footsteps coming closer. "I'm going to take care of you. I promise." He whispers as I feel the bed sink and I move to the edge of the bed. "Don't touch me! Please!" I yell and his face comes into view. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." •

where alcohol combines with acrylic and weed meets wisdom. artist!ashton lowercase titles intended