I am still this person i always was (aw naw, hell naw) no this thing won't work doubting myself and firing myself qualities and duties i shirk massacre watching six feet under seeing red getting blasted how long my relationships have ever lasted?? you are sickened by me and dying by my hand let forever now have to have began and let me be let me elaborate on my situation let the money become a combination of robbery and deprecation to the chagrin of a nation let me tell you about the hassle of being black having cops look at you all the time or the hassle of being a poet having always to have to rhyme let me tell you about my game of just being gay and happy without going overboard and not getting sappy and i want to know why i am still here with the things that happen with me looking throughlife through the eyes of a tirehub with glee let me tell you about the hassle of being black, gay, and articulate in a country like this gee,there's the kind of pain that i actually miss i am still a good person what the fuck does that count for when every pimp and jackass and cokehead are getting ahead like a whore?? is respect no longer required and everything i feel have i no shame or anything that is real?? and i am still a human being and yet still no one cares than no matter what i do what heart haven't i got there you have no idea what santeria is you think you know it all but i am still here even though... sometimes i fear that i will leave. I am still here.Birth sign: Aries
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