She was 10th when she lost her leader, her proud figure, her hopeful father. Time moved so fast, she grown up in the left line, u know what, like bronx in USA. She drowned into a cruel black life, gone wild and been contradiction. She spent all her nights with lump of smoke (it was a cool thing in her mind), A-Z list of Alcohol, marijuana, forbidden sigh or anything that hypocrite people rejected. And yeah like i though before people called her a SLUT.
But i know, i know she's good. She cried inside, write her mother's name in her back, been a slave of boyfriends and breathe with God's name, not with lungs. My bestfriend, she's just a good girl living with her own way and stay..
(Inspired of my bestfriend AM, be tough. I know u can..)
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