"I can b absent if you wish. Seems like my presence is a problem, cause I'm on a level, of being wreakless. That's how I'm perceived, when I come into the room. People have a problem to wanting truth, but not willing to swallow. Times be changing like seasons, I can be absent, but I'm not built that way to conform, to a love that doesn't love me, that thinks I'm a convenience than a human. Blow my head up with torrent winds of pain and empty promises, and expect me to take the shit with no vaseline.
I can be absent, act like I'm so clueless to the times. But, I have no choice but to be present, when it's in my eyes, could go blind and dumb. But, last I checked, breath is in this weed smoke, blood is flowing through my veins. You want me gone, talk to God. Until then, I'm in the room, and don't intend to leave, till He says otherwise. I can be absent if you wish, but if you ask how I feel, I could careless respectfully."
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