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Apr 2015
i am tired  ..
you so called to be my friend
but you act if you were my mother
your time has expried
you done nothing but backfired
on friendship
you think im just some piece of hair
that you whip and flip
you won't control me no more
a bestfriend is someone who sit
and listen
to the things i've been missin
to the people i been dissin
to laugh and to be grinning
good advice
not to take my life
as in if i was yo'baby
oh can someone please
save me
make me
realize i'm all i've got inside
because when i'm twenty..-five
who will you be controlling then?
Chansee Williams
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Chansee Williams  CT
(CT)   
470
   --- and SPT
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