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Feb 2016
I'm to old
He's too black
He's to white
Your to young
God this
God that
But you know she has your heart in every act.

You can
You will
She prays
Okay!
But you know he listen to you right?

This world is so messed that makes you look messed up when all you was doing is making things right,
Everything can go left in a night crap I hate how you're right crap I hate how I fight then I don't wanna do nothing I'm too busy thinking about my heart is gunna get broken one of these nights if I do or I'm keep it and someone else will lose there's if I won't.

Thanks Mom no Thanks Mom.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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