Word Play


The things i go through cause me too, remeber why I, need to be sharper than knives. Brighter than crayola, addicting like Coke, Addicting like coke, A, Cold adolescent addressing, the things in my thoughts. You think since Im a girl I have to be cutie. But Im not what you see in the movies . But I shall Move thee, Got me Think-ing. Progress. To be, See, and Eat the best. & if I touch the page I feel the input of my lead. You hear the input, of my head, & to me, distractions are dead. It's simply word play like A-Z where swinging on the playground of my mind to only Leap on the ground of My page. Then later express with the adrenaline of my rage.


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