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Listening to Smokie Norful
Reyna Biddy
And a little bit of hood music is the only things that kept me sane
I could honestly say the realest thing that has ever held me down
We was together for almost so long
You are no longer at my side. You are gone, the one who promised me you were here to stay.
I mourned in the weeds, damaged and broken.
Strength lost.
Sunlight producing no more color for me.
Who gave you the right to use us at your disposal?
In the end,
you'll be alone---
like an empty vessel
stuck with resinating regret.
Are you aware that you're leading to your own self destruction?
