When no one cares about me. Who cares about you; who cares about me? Useless. En route. War.
War
En route
Useless
Me
Care
Who
Care
Who
Me
Care
No one
When
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Bank. I am smoking Isla Porras smoke rings. Blood work. We are children. I want my Father. People. Would you believe it? Selfish and rude. I...
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