"What are you writing?"
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Drugs, weapons, and poverty from here to there
As a kid you only come up for air
Fighting girls released some tension
But everydays a struggle not to mention
You can yell, scream, cry but it doesn't make it better
Sometimes I feel people think "I wish I never met her"
I've always been taught to be tough
So releasing my pain and saddness was tough
I was too closed in to talk
But writing poems opened the lock
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