Black OutA Poem by BLitZeDJust mad spittin rippin threw this b***h like a kid on Christmas knife from the kitchen concealed but this s**t u aint missing point i shut down, cease the listening palms sweaty, fingers clinched, high blown a minute ago these eyes was squinting jaw tightens up, commence the hitting so f*****g vindictive in my head i relive it at the end every time im feeling different some times your throat im gripping other times im.... well... im just living
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2 Reviews Added on June 2, 2015 Last Updated on June 2, 2015 AuthorBLitZeDNew Jersey Devil, FLAbouti give them the plans i drew up with thoughts methodically calculated and so intricately placed , every outcome was accounted for and algebraically related. f*****g statistically graced, like .. more..Writing
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