Ten

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The side of one that is seen,


Stays to hide the two.


Three watches over me in hopes


that i wont serve four to life.


All i've seen in this prison sentence is struggle and loss


to five.


Guns, Meds, Cancer, Sickness, and cars


Of course i hide this. Since i was 6.


He left us to fend on our own.


Thats all we had, was the warmth of us.


Eight.


Momma says don't hate. But why?


I've been filled with hate all my life, It started when I was nine.


And in spite of all this. Not ten times have I spoke to my mother about my demons.


 


I am the man that hides within himself. I only see light when you read my words.


 


 


 


 

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