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Sep 2013
I used to think being nice
Would get me further in life. . .
My perception on certain situations change,
How happy & optimistic I used to be.
Trying to stay humble, keep the faith though
Sometimes I find myself starring at the moon,
Knowing its the only place where my dreams lay to rest,
All my happiness, my pain, sadness & joy,
Trampled on, looked down upon,
Regret my lost spirit less soul
Without the harsh denial,
Only to wish that,
Some times I wasn't so nice. . .
WHERE has it gotten me in life or love?!
Not a **** place.
Shafana Alicia
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Shafana Alicia
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   Kenya Sanabria
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