Poems from AbionaMaddox
they matter to a certain extent.
when they leave, its the end.
nobody asked you to be a father.
rather than be a deadbeat either.
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I guess we living paycheck to paycheck.
Apartment 1A3.
House smelling like weed and smoke.
Little kids with no shoes on .
Mama yelling "get...
We may see each other as blind.
I know we use our mouths to speak.
But not every single word comes out.
Their is never a way to be forward...
My life revolves around me.
No one shouldn't be able to tell me what I do and how I do it.
It hurts to live under rules already and not...
Never know how I feel.
Never know who finds me or who neglects me.
How the mind and the body reacts?
Which one lasts?
Seeking to find my...