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Nov 2014
Even the proven get tested until they are ruined by all the assuming, these haters are doing. Kings and Empires left in ruins. I guess it's only human. I wonder what portal, these immortals are using. All the hating, these people are doing. Running with these different movements, whose moves meant, that had bad intent. Self loathing in cotton clothing, morals eroding, souls corroding. Like a serpent exploring, in the early morning. Emotions buried deep, the angles bent, it wasn't worth it, when it surfaced; buried under the carpet on purpose.

Watch your enemies close, and your friends comment, and start off on a quest to second guess, the guest, and it ends up a mess; shame on me, as I confess; friendships progress like a game of chess. Keeping my enemy, close to me, or it's off with my neck. I try to cut'em off, and they scream out what the heck.

I got friends becoming enemies, then enemies getting close to me and befriending me. Now best friends, defriending me. I can't tell who is, who to me. Got a lot of close friends; that's a lot of enemies. Evidently, my closes friends protecting me, from my worse enemies. That's what's been killing me.  

Better them, than me.

Still trying to figure it out. In the meantime, I'll just let it be. After all, its just family.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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