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Dec 2011
Who am I to you?
Tell me what you think of me
Am I your friend?
Or am I just your enemy?
Tell me
Treatin me like ****
When we out in a group
But askin for help
When we alone in the same room
This ain’t right
You gotta make your mind
Before it’s too late and you run out time
But it’s your loss
Cuz im a really nice guy
See I even had the heart
to put you in this rhyme.
Don’t play games with me
Cuz your gonna get hurt
And don’t mess with this fire
cuz your bound to get burnt
now take this little rhyme
its already in full effect
but don’t take it personally
its just a reality check
This is a poem written by my good friend Cedrick Almonacy. He doesn't have an account on here, so I had to share this with the word on mine. <3
DeAnna Sandoval
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DeAnna Sandoval  TX/MA
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