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where it's at
People these days are asking why I look so mad lately. But how else should I respond looking at them so blankly. Still trying to figure out where my brain takin me. Wishin i could write all my wrongs so painstakingly. So many problems that I think no one can relate with me. I hurt the only girl who probly ever really loved me. Everything for her nothing else can be above me. Cause these days loveis just a steroetype. worst then whatever they had back then during th great white hype. Stupid dudes these day's talkin bout they aint go no type. Till this day i still wonder how she feel. Cause it was way to late to realize that her love was real. I guess i should have caught the hint when she said for me she would kill. So how do you descrie a crime like this, wit some lines like this. Wishin life had a rewing botton that could rewind like that, for a time lke that. So why do people tell me true love is where it's at.
