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They think, that I'm like    a disowned  feline... Throwing me out first floor                     windows.. Do I land on my feet...…                No I land on my ribs, on my head, only scrapes.. But my ribs are broken like              a chess board... one wrong move and its check mate.. I'm dying where I lie...              choking on the blood of my              **** you world moves... But I landed on my wrist... They'll never catch my broken middle finger,    broken slang.        But they knew what a hand held with another                                                       meant.. a mangled **** you as I survived another day. I came back like a bee looking to sting,                      but the ones who fell out there nest were stung by another not me.. I'll walk another day.. been stung a few times..              but I learnt my lesson... Don't mess with the nest unless you                 want to be in anaphylactic shock of some random fools words trying to prove,                                some insecurity for an abandoned father figure, that's compensated by a bullet,                           and a promise of we got your back.
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
First Floor, Check Mate....
They think, that I'm like    a disowned  feline... Throwing me out first floor                     windows.. Do I land on my feet...…                No I land on my ribs, on my head, only scrapes.. But my ribs are broken like              a chess board... one wrong move and its check mate.. I'm dying where I lie...              choking on the blood of my              **** you world moves... But I landed on my wrist... They'll never catch my broken middle finger,    broken slang.        But they knew what a hand held with another                                                       meant.. a mangled **** you as I survived another day. I came back like a bee looking to sting,                      but the ones who fell out there nest were stung by another not me.. I'll walk another day.. been stung a few times..              but I learnt my lesson... Don't mess with the nest unless you                 want to be in anaphylactic shock of some random fools words trying to prove,                                some insecurity for an abandoned father figure, that's compensated by a bullet,                           and a promise of we got your back.
#abused#chess#blood#wrist#monster#enemy#saved
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
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