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My Back

I’ve been backstabbed I’ve been backhanded I’ve been backflipping money I've been backtracking destiny I’ve been backed into a corner I’ve been brought back I’ve been traveling backroads I’ve been treated with the backlash I’ve been left alone with no backups • They’ve told me to backdown I’m back on the ground Dugout deep in their backyard But I learn from the backwards See me now in my new backdrop I’m working harder then ever, I can’t feel the backache They want me to backup but my moves don’t backtrack So they now pull out a gun out of their backpack They’re here to take me out back But this time I’m standing up, I now have a backbone So I fire back
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22 / M
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Written by
Bullet
22 / M
Published
Sep 14, 2020
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21·123
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#back#stand#standup#betrayed#hurt
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