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Really Real, Realness, holla at me tho'....
Where you at girl... Its ya boy boy 9 milla..
So holla back girl..
This is my poem so this thread dont get erased..
Or get replaced with and empty space...
But its an empty page from an empty soul
and an empty brain
Have night mares in the day
Day dreaming at night, But many flames
But a little place
Where light is drak inside the flames
And thoughts watch there step,
When they cross my brain
Double crossing me, they plot and scheme..
About alot of things
About better days in the night, I dream
of suicidle being who look forward to tommorow..
Looking for any time that they can borrow......
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