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The more that I love, the more that I hurt. The more that I bleed, the less that I’m worth. I hustled for mine. Built from the dirt. The more that I lie, the more that I curse. The more that I need her, the more she won’t stay. I live in the dark. I stayed out the way. Bitter, but only at times of the day. Now my initials NWA. Now I want it all. I want revenge. Take it to God. Forgiving my sins. I want to be one. I want to be love. I want to be young. I outgrew my friends. Now I’m harder to break. I’m harder to shake. My poems are wack. You can’t relate. I’m tired of hate. I’m tired of snakes. I was the dreamer that stayed awake. I’m holding a grudge. They want me to fall. They want me to starve. I see that facades. They said it was love, so I wished on a star. They wanted my soul. They gave me my scars. The more that I try, the more that I cry. I’m aiming for heads, I don’t need a why. I put that on my team. The logo’s a tree. A successors revenge. It’s all growing from me.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
REVENGE pt.1
The more that I love, the more that I hurt. The more that I bleed, the less that I’m worth. I hustled for mine. Built from the dirt. The more that I lie, the more that I curse. The more that I need her, the more she won’t stay. I live in the dark. I stayed out the way. Bitter, but only at times of the day. Now my initials NWA. Now I want it all. I want revenge. Take it to God. Forgiving my sins. I want to be one. I want to be love. I want to be young. I outgrew my friends. Now I’m harder to break. I’m harder to shake. My poems are wack. You can’t relate. I’m tired of hate. I’m tired of snakes. I was the dreamer that stayed awake. I’m holding a grudge. They want me to fall. They want me to starve. I see that facades. They said it was love, so I wished on a star. They wanted my soul. They gave me my scars. The more that I try, the more that I cry. I’m aiming for heads, I don’t need a why. I put that on my team. The logo’s a tree. A successors revenge. It’s all growing from me.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
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