I Love Y'all and Y'all Love Me

So I love y'all and y'all love me? I don't know, but I do believe, our worlds exist separately, together simultaneously. I'm not blind, but I cant see. What tf y'all want from me. Is it money, is it laughs, is it honesty. Is it lies, confidence, or modesty. Do you want nice guy or a heartless G. Do you want a husband or some selfish P. I can't be mad, shit look at me. I'm confused as hell, so I've decided to let y'all be...but deep, deep, down some part of me, needs to understand and ideally, conform to accomodate all them needs. Oh wow, so this is where the dissonance leads. I guess I should just tell all you fiends, to leave me in rehab so I can succeed, but as I flow these thoughts on here from me. I gain just abit more clarity. Nobody is one thing exclusively, and our desires match that the diversity. The good, the bad, and the ugly. The type of love we have is all encompassing. It's just abit much sometimes, so instead of havin a convo witchall I'll grind. Look at me and work on that overtime. I'm gettin of the mental health decline, this is one of my preventative measures. A rhyme 🥰🥰😁😁😘😘💫💫✌🤞

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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