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I want to be somebody. See. everybody is nobody until they are acknowledged by somebody who is someone. Until then we are no one. To them I am no one. I have no one. No one to tell my problems to so to make them go away I light a spliff in solitude. My mother says I have my father’s attitude. I guess that’s why she resents me. Grew up with no love which is probably why my heart’s so empty. It needs filling because this feeling of being unwanted is truly killing me, but who is willing? Willing to deal with someone like me. You wont be shit. I hear that like its on repeat. Ive grown tired of the way you treat me. Now I’m immune to the pain. Thanks to these I.Vs running through my veins. I don’t give a fuck, that’s the thought running through my brain and I’m not saying I was insane. I just needed to be mentally rearranged. Under the influence of Mary Jane apparently my actions cannot be tamed… momma, are you ashamed?
-DevanDevaughn
