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May 2018
I know you don't like me
You ain't like me
At least you have the decency to talk to me
But the way you did it was blasphemy
What fault am I in
To get caught in your words
From a tongue of a weapon
Shooting me unexpected
Like a mass killing
You would never care what you do to me
But there were no wrongs from me



You chose to shoot me tho
I ask a simple question
You could have just been quiet and let it go
But you didn't tho
A gun without a silencer
That's your mouth
Unlike you, I have one
So you better find your self and get one
Cause next time
The one that's getting shot may not have one
What's your motive
For your actions
Explain that, or is it from Ideals and non-owned thoughts
You're lost




Then one day it will hit you
Would you be a man fix this issue
Or be a child and strengthen this issue
It's your choice
Choose wisely
Because whatever you do define you  
Matter of Fact I hope it does hit you
Cause You chose your actions didn't you
Well it has a consequence
Learn from it
Or be a child
And walk away from it


This is Real
Isaiah Lee
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Isaiah Lee  19/M
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