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She don't get it she's got everything she could ask for not rich not quite poor. Feeling lonesome thinking about life watching the rain pour. Reminiscing about past times four walls and she barely goes out the door. Social anxiety and depression her mind and heart at war. The closest to her she barely connects with or see anymore. Friends in jail, some busy, and the rest seem like they pretend. It's life shes knows she'll be fine write letters and send. She's missing them, but she knows she'll see them again. But then anxiety attacks her and she doubts it. She wants someone to hold her and someone to love. But she's struggling so she asked for help from above. Have faith no faith a little bit more a lil less than what.

She's grown up now learnt life lessons Growing wiser knowledge blessings We make mistakes and so does she Ask her what she learnt and can see She falls but she's gets up handles it They call her a failure but that's bullshit She wouldn't trade her life for anything She wanted to die aint that something Got past it living life but still has days Reminiscing in the bed where she lays Wishing for a better way of living She's poor but still always giving What the fuck is life shes conflicted She's downing drugs real addicted Got a big heart but can still be cold Sarcastic tone seems to always hold People thinks she's a bitch and mean Guard up but you would to if you seen The life she lived she doesn't care Content female in the world we share Asking for peace like a old school hippy Say she's got a old soul like that's trippy Like that? Can you really comprehend Crime life; fast lane and letters to send Smart individual sometimes to blunt Step to her? She got no time for a cunt Loyalty, honor, respect is what she got. Genuine and true and been threw alot. Went threw hell and back sorta like MGK Doesnt care about what people say. She's alive and till she's gone and dead. She will keep on thriving moving ahead.

Swallowing these things and I never used to down drugs

But I'm feeling dumber than the situation outcome

How come

We work hard for the best

Yet all of us get parts to the yes

Not whole, not old enough to be smart so we're given 3 parts to the test

Don't you see hearts in our chests?

Don't you see art in our heads?

Don't you see a start to the end?

Don't you think we'd leave if we could if we didn't think that it might get so hard for the rest?

Lucy Camp

Because why not right.

Amnesia

Amnesia took over got you locked away.

You don't remember me or that one day.

Talked about things we never told anyone.

Thought your life got tooken from a gun.

I was just tooken by shock and pain.

Worried and thoughts went insane.

Both of us had it hard so we don't trust.

Affected by past people turned it to rust.

You became my sister and kept it real.

Told me about you and said how'd you feel.

Empty broken also genuine, true and solid.

Hope you remember me that one jazzy kid.

I hope your memories come back to you.

You're lost confused I know but I got you.

One day I hope you remember me sis.

Gifts from a Robin Hood type of person. We don't talk about it.

; Graffiti and a weed flag on the wall. Wondering if Ill ever make it at all. The flag reminds me of days from past. Anxious and broken grew up way to fast. Wishing people would believe in the girl. Mental issues has her head in a whirl. They say don't be anxious don't be sad. It doesn't help and it just makes her mad. She is supposed to be taking pills for it. Self medicates because she can't afford it.