Young kid with a broken heart my own mother dealt it. So women felt how I felt, playing out in the harsh world I came to know the loss of people. I took the route where rough is the trend. Mending my feelings it seems to no end. closing my ears silencing my heart. Love doesn't speak it just leaves . My love runs away in a haste because remnants of the past chase me. My memories hate me bleeding me dry streets tried frying my mind . It's a drought of emotions never will thou see me cry. Shakespearean moment we cannot forget the timeless poets. Handing over the flame even though he's see the urbanite gutter that I came from. Not Tupac the rapper neither do I speak of him as an actor. Its Tupac the poet. He gave me the inspiration to live when all of the grief attempted to press me to my death. Abnormal poems my visual they don't know it. I made it mainly off of intellect and thinking in depth even in the anxious realm of stress. None could imagine seeing me standing out more than the rest. I say look at me now! My Individuality is intricately formed. A mixture of trekking nights and train wrecking days. Projecting rays of light to stifle the dark. Moments I've had of being just. Doing what is upright even if too the masses I seem uptight. I carry myself in a variety of ways differing on days motivated to get paid. Doing it as I see fit the real me I hope you see it!.
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