I.dnt.even.kno.nymore
Pressed as it seems
Just feels hard to acheive
Its tuff to fly high
When their words fall like sleet
You'll hear the click when the seatbelt goes on
But you won't hear the cling when we toast for congrats
It's crazy we call ourselves civilized
Do you love her with one kind open heart
The human who raised me would always say
"Do for yourself, cause they won't do for you"
Its funny when people say 'I love you'
Don't care if your blood, the terms 'i like you'
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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