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Sitting here waiting and thinking of the words to say it’s hard to get them out.

Unable to sleep cause my mind’s plagued with bullshit from other poets and people who either want me gone from ap or my head on a platter.

Well I’m not leaving or dying just yet.

So I’m back to basics.

Sitting here listening to Spice Girls trying to find the meaning of the song and how to incorporate it into one of many stories.

I’m getting tired of being a lover it’s just hard for me.

Sick of my friends obeying what their ap mom or dad tells them to not talk to me or that I’m a bad thing.

A nothing.

A nobody.

Well I am something: ballsy and a crusader.

I am a somebody I am Immortal Beloved but it’s a name with so much behind it.

Tired of being stressed out from my mother pissing me off.

It’s just so much going on inside my slowly dying heart that can only take so much.

God I wish this pain would just leave me forever.