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Sometimes i feel like stopping. maybe i still might,

when writing she's in sight, why don't i put up a fight?

if i was rejected it's expected i should forget,

maybe i'm tested and the rest is just all regret,

sometimes i find it's hard just dealing with life,

close my eyes she's in sight, so why do i still write?

why do i still cyph? why can't i put up the fight,

the one from last year October who spent 3 nights,

sometime i hate life, zone off and put on rock,

surprised that i'm stil lwhite? play football, im still jock,

something still isn't right, red lights, pull over to the side,

slam my fists against the steering wheel, still have pride,

wipe my eyes and sigh, fuck it, what can i do?

i have my best to only a few who,

proved to be somewhat true, even if later she

proced only one person wrong....me.