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Constantly wrapping, combing, brushing, imitating celebrities, forever lusting at what is unreal.
You see, whats real is the pain I feel...
Developed fast by nature and robbed for youth...the same ole story is no tale, because of this limp in my walk, the tremor when I speak, or the tissue in my panties to ensure blood won't leak.
Lashing out on everyone who cares, scared for someone to love me right so I...
Run, shoot, cheer & play to escape the prison I call home.
Needing crutches to lean on, looking to my left & turn full circle just find that "they" are gone.
...alone & don't know Christ
Constantly fighting, drinking, arguing, and smoking -the release to my anger.
Open legs to observant men whom r conveniently friendly yet strangers.
...& now carries his child.
Name in the street, always at the club gone wild.
Stuck up and ***ed up so i won't speak when you pass by
Who am I?
...I'm those girls who've told me their stories at McCormick High.
