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Apr 2019
Do you even know the definition
Do you even know the critical condition
Puts you in a ****** up position
Feel like disappearing like a magician
Routined like a ******* tradition
Feeling like there is no opposition
Only loved for a lil while, I’m being used
The physical and mental states are confused
Hearts asking my brain to be excused
Before another attack leaves it bruised
Physically and mentally beaten
It’s got me feeling like a heathen
Like if god existed why the demons
Really feel like this worlds uneven
There is no good or evil
It’s a dark place we live in
You can get stabbed in your own kitchen
The thought of that is crazy
Betrayed by the one you thought was a daisy
The way she left got me hazy
I was told to not give up on love
I was told to believe in a place up above
I was told to believe in us
How do I do that when you destroyed my trust
When you mentally ****** me up
When you mentally abused my mind
Told me people like you are hard to find
And now I’m really hoping that’s true
Because what you did to me was cruel
And I don’t wanna go through that again
Crazy how the people with the most blessings
Have the most outrages curses
Said you love me and played with my emotions
Just like a baby I’m going through abortion
Crazy how the good people were abused
Now the abused are used for you to be amused
Written by
Gabriel Mallory
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