"Now my good mood's gone sour, ask me what's wrong like your bi*cha** didn't just push me under, like you didn't just demean me and put me in a blunder. I'm 'bout to go bear on you like grizzle, put you in a pot to make you sizzle, then concoct some chemicals for classic rhymes for poison like I'm a scientist, Ms. Frizzle."
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Idrk I just had the Now and the I'm parts separate then combined them. They came randomly one day and have been written in my journal for awhile now, so here they are because... Idek.
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Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔
Poetry❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one...
