no that dsnt reflect me i had walked without a bag
fifty in my pocket use to rhyme bout target hags
spent my love dishonest walking back but throwing flags
they dont wanna talk cause in distrust i burnt our had

my lifes indecisive only think that links it all
i threw them all away for choices ending in withdrawal
think bout 20 gauges point at head my brainll fall
wounded head from the battles funnel in like alcohol
spill your hate, dont be burdened only stand so tall
 brothers fake standing by you kick you down like AW
drink a shake stomach hurts guess im just a slob

Slob

A bloodied sword desires to be cleaned and returned to its sheath,  a sheathed and shiny blade desires to be drawn and bloodied.

fch6 soon
ig: ohjessepls tg: https://t.me/ohjesse

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Slob

psythoness