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Apr 2020
Why would anyone look at me and see something other than destruction and dysfunctional individual
Someone that has no sense of what he doing until it's too **** late
That doesn't realize the opportunity of which he faces on a daily basis.
On the other hand, you have a woman who regrets everything and never meant the attachment in what followed
Although things may seem like one thing it the complete opposite; that's where I fit in at this so called life
Not knowing the difference between sane and insane nor knows when things aren't meant to happen
I know I ain't * nor will I ever be good enough; not for you in any case in the matter of who I am
There may be times I don't deserve a **** thing especially not what I want and desire the most,
Love is a thing that I don't understand and to be honest I never will, it's too **** complex plus it was never meant for me
When you look my way that is where you *
up and make the mistake of ever thinking about loving me,
Loving any idea or thought that passes your mind you have become the insane
Not because of who you are but for the person of an idea who you have chosen to make eye contact
I have no idea of what you nor any woman that I cross paths with could possibly see in a black hole,
Something but yet inside of someone, destroying everything in it's path without any emotions nor personalities
Attachment is something that follows after encountering a person or thing that interests you in spiritual, physical, or emotional
Regret is describe as reaction after action as already been done and settled with
These are all what I am not and there may be a time where I am act on these but to be in reality it must be proved.
What made any woman see what you see in me?
Why do people do what people do?
I seen things for what they are and seen people for who they really are behind the ask and underneath all the *******. You can never hide from the one who loves you more than anyone.
Dedicated to AMY PEREZ
Written by
Shaquille Otto  26/M
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