Why do “I” lie, side to my hopes: big Cherry I smoke, partly with my Heart, I joke, I need to know my soul “Velcro” rough side to a soft side’ clone my soul is a homicide. “My Chest pumps blood; we’d the Heart, test my luck, circles over circle is aim “Dart”!! It was a young Child that starved, bonus my love, “thugs, drugs.” I’m absent from one Parent “Son.” My Mother’s words will always be blunt, she should of swallow this cum’ my anxiety weights a’ Ton.”
Drama
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