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Friday, August 13, 2010
I'm sitting here lonely, I keep asking myself why? Like a loaded beretta, Desiring a destiny of someone, Knowing at my age, I've given up on love, I can't keep intentionally preparing myself to get hurt.
Miserable and confused.
Wondering how could I give a nigga my mind, body, and soul.
Ant still I get used?
Why did I have to be a victim of loves consequences?
Why is it that my heart always has to be so secluded?
Kept from others and fenced in?
I was so anxious and ready to use that four-letter word.
Blind to the knowledge about the power it carries,
I mean, only stories I've heard.
Who love is so demanding and strict.
Seek and you should find your worth,
And I guess mine aint shit.
The technique of my wisdom is so unique.
But still allowing love to break me down,
And making me weak.
Because I never come out with the winning hand.
Having the potential to exceed in this game,
But continuously coming out with just a friend.
I know my special someone is out there,
Waiting for me to release all of my love onto them determined for this to work
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You're never alone while I'm around...da only TRUE MAN dat truly LOVE you and always will.
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