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Tears save lives


The rules I live by. As a man 1st I can’t show any emotions outside of anger and rage. I can speak here on a page just not in my life. Life wise there are no tears allowed in my … Continue reading

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Knocking your style


Faith without works is dead – john2:26 If you can’t put all of you into this don’t say you feel me dog I put all of me into anything I do You asked for 30/30 imma give you everyone and … Continue reading

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Fix 


I’m a fixer  Whether it’s the  house or the car even the kitchen.                             I fix things  But I can’t fix emotions  Not mine or yours  I … Continue reading

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Fracture


My fractured ego tells a story My pride won’t admit to My choices on who to love Who to trust or even who I forgive. My fractured pride Hides my bruised spirit These injuries are side effects of life lived. … Continue reading

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At 25


At 25 I’m free to start over At 25 Losing my job My “career ” My company Will hurt It cannot will not break me. At 25 My youth outweighs My burdens At 25 All I have is a  car … Continue reading

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mercenary


Who am I I guees the secret is out I’m only loyal to me> ive had an old alliance book but here’s whats new I’m only here for the green Not blood Not friends Im here for the dough The … Continue reading

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Needy


How much do you take I gotta give more an more You’re needy Not in a good way As if that exist You drive me to drink To wish for a single rm Living space. My home is war zone … Continue reading

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