its not over

Cars,clothes,money is what all people want i suppose but never think abut al the drama it could bring.Dont get me wrong life could be good at first with all the nice cars and clohes and the all the men/women that are willing to go. The moment it goes away you all alone sitting in th corner hopeing sombody would pick up the phone. As you sit in cry a small cloud pops up willing to give you another.

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