Spelling disorders from the tip of my brownfingers Theres no contest I throw down for a purpose On a conquest Reject the critism of critics The anger of my pen With no rest weaving through words Eliminating one mess to my done best Abilitys Trumping a complex Through expression YES Genuine from tha chest Poetic Visuals Walking through tha valley of death I must confess I returned from hell But never felt itz last caress Soul Stressed 20 years with my peers God Blessed A rare breed indeed Purple heartz Beating its a red nation No tupacing me Yet I'mm protected By all means I'm in the zone Mentally assualted unwanted like a scab In a small world Ckalled cyberpages I feel rough vibes from time to time But yet theres no pride in me to really distract my hand to the pen in motion won't relax I'm hurr Going sumwhurre I am not Holding back and it's just like datttt
Reason for writing:
Get use to it Lilly
Birth sign: Aries
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