it happens every time and at each corner the most pain , is a hurricane of me getting a broken heart, it's like being a real life mirror and being shared into millions of parts, bit I hope I make it out a here I'm fighting my demons cause who doesn't, it doesn't matter of black lives cause Jesus was white and he died for use on that cross , so black people shut up and sit down cause your not the boss, it hurt when Mary had a gift and it was lost, oh I can't breath I can't breath get up and get tied up and wiped with lashes if nails and metal, I'm fifthteen and everything God and Jesus do I see to believe, I'm not a theef, it's like being rebirth from a leaf.
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