"Ayo, they could never make me hate you
Even though what you was doin' wasn't tasteful
Even though you out here lookin' so ungrateful
I'mma keep it movin' be classy and graceful
I told 'em it's no friends in the game, you ain't learned that yet
All the bridges you came over, don't burn that yet
Niggas want respect, but niggas ain't earned that yet
Self-righteous and entitled but they swearin' on the Bible that they love you
When really they no different from all your rivals
But I still don't wish death on 'em
I just reflect on 'em."
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Kaleehalani 💆🏿♀️
"Fuck." I groaned slowly sitting my head up from the cold steel table that I had been passed out on for the past few hours due to the harsh treatment that I'd received after the door slammed heavily.
"You might as well wake up because you have a long night ahead of you." A familiar voice spoke. I finally got the strength to open my eyes fully and soon realized what all of this was about.
"Mr. Banks what am I honestly here for?" I asked Sariya's dad who was a detective with the local police department.
"Don't play fucking stupid." He said between gritted teeth as he kicked my chair from underneath me causing me to fall and double over into fetal position due to the hard blow that he sent to my side.
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Souled Out of Love (𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑)
Fanfiction*FIRST EVER WATTPAD BOOK WITH THIS CHARACTER* *BEFORE WE START: THIS BOOK IS MEANT TO BREAK THE STIGMAS ASSOCIATED WITH MENTAL ILLNESS AND ADDICTIONS. IF YOU DONT HAVE AN OPEN MIND AND ARE THE TYPE TO INSTANTLY COMMENT "JUNKIE" INSTEAD OF VIEWING TH...