The Real Me
I keep getting posts from people asking me who I am. I've finally decided to answer this question:
You don't know who I really am. Nobody does. Nobody understands me. In an attempt to be understood, I fill this substandard, interconnected void of nothingness and somethingness with thoughts and phrases, lyrical rhymes, and even gansta speak, ( Read more... )
You don't know who I really am. Nobody does. Nobody understands me. In an attempt to be understood, I fill this substandard, interconnected void of nothingness and somethingness with thoughts and phrases, lyrical rhymes, and even gansta speak, ( Read more... )
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