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Alone
As a teenager progressing throughout my adolescent life,
I’ve realized nothing is truly yours.
You will sit & may think that he or she is yours,
But I am about to turn Sour Patch on you real quick.
Don’t hate me for it.
As 'small’ as your circle is,
That’s all it takes for your world to be caved in.
And for everything you own to now be divided among others.
You better learn how to be your best friend,
being alone is rather soothing than just a 'depressional’ phase.
All that wanting to talk to someone because so much going on,
The tears you wanna cry,
The gossip you want to spread.
Better talk to yourself & respond back.
And you won’t even have the need to when God surely hear how much you’ll cry,
Even before you feel it & realize what it is.
They shall classify you as 'COLD’,
But Guaranteed you half would not survive half what you been in.
So just let that shit roll on.
They don’t deserve that respect...
The pretty smiles and salute,
No more distribution,
Who said you ran a warehouse anyways..
Point of it is no one really is 100% for YOU but YOU!
And sometimes the 'small circle’ you endure so much.
With all your time & allow to drain every single part of you at the end of the day
Are energized of your goodness.
& even if what you give is not pure then believe they WILL take in the bad too.
Ammunition goes a long way for undercover reluctant fools.
Everyone wants to be somebody and the more you want it
The greater the heights to achieve it.
Don’t loose yourself whiles trying to gain the world.
It’s as empty & bitter as it was before you.
Save Yourself.
