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Jul 2018
Slits on your wrists
From a life that don't exist..
That's the perception that these
Relatives have.
Depression and pain, things that
Make you insane, ain't exactly
Something that most black people
Grasp.

They so used to the struggle that
We're given at birth. When you
Venting to them, they'll say we cursed
From the womb.
So ain't no venting to them because
They'll deem you ungrateful.
The **** ain't that serious until they're
Facing your tomb.
This is an actual problem in the community
Misty Meadows
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Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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