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Myself
I gave my all into this dhit
I put everything I had into this bitch
Just to get chewed up
Left dying,crying, lying in a ditch
Painful eyes from crying
Lonely nights, I was dying
For all the times, I was coming up and could only afford to feed you; and not myself
This for all the ones I left, even when u couldn’t let me be myself
I put myself on the shelf just so u co...
Monday 28th October 2024 1:47 pm
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