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My last day Alive was in Bed-Stuy. I felt like an “I” back in Bed-Stuy.Bro, the birds really flyout in… Read more
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Sounds lash out artless. Slow down and name it, our time. Remember your cue. Read more
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going to teach you repression. then you be repressingas practice.places are made to reach you, bring you inthen you act… Read more
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is mild, Unbelievable, Unrelenting,Incisively,thinlyveiled. momentum ismy acid,barely sours;it elevates, &colors palettes. still a pop leaves cause,a sting gives motive &Isoberly… Read more
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Everybody dies.Nobody ever leaves us.Somebody once has? Read more
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I’m transforming again- this time I’m breathing through it. Breathing in. Breathing out. Praying out. Going in. I prayed to… Read more
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I ain’t tryin na,SwitchBut i always thought You’d have more of a Hitch Before hittin the Ditch Read more
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I really miss you, probably never visit your grave site. doesn’t really make much sense. Being herenot being here doesn’t… Read more
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A long time ago I was made to hate myself. Before then I was unmade, in a matter of words/hours/actions.… Read more
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We are not our ancestors& nor are you?Where the fuck see the allies?!?Like can we get a head count? I… Read more