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All Grown Up |Sequel To His Block|

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If my life is without you,  it may never be the same. 

I crossed that street, only for debris to set me back. 

The busy streets washed past us trampling over everything we once had. 

The honking blocked my ears of the lies you told only making me want to prolong my stay. 

The cars, trucks and buses ran over my overly tired pumping heart that seemed to mean nothing to you. 

We let the bystanders come between us distancing us farther and farther away from each other. 

The tug you had on my heart stopped traffic,  only allowing me to realize that I was All Grown Up, and I still couldn't manage to cross the street to His Block.All Rights Reserved

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August Alsina Imagines Book One |ENDED|

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