[Morph]

Another one.

Dear Jannet, sh!t's too hard since speaking another language.
Skepticism contribute to physical, and mental anguish.
I survived through broken bones, numerous surgeries.
When sh!t got real hectic, like daycare nurseries.
Through my busiest hours, I played the supplier.
Could've taken you for the ride like pathological liars.
Through the hardest of times, I still tell truth.
People counted us out because of our youth.
"You don't know what love is, y'all won't make it."
"Y'all think its saying 'I love you', then get naked."
I put all that to the side, phuck what you heard.
They don't know sh!t, they just spitting words.
I try to muscle this pen, I'd hustle in sin.
I'll endure 18 years worth of struggle again.
I'm givin you me, you can say I'm giving myself,
But it all went down south, I'm living in hell
For me to be next to you is something I see.
I can't imagine you having a lover that isn't me.
I hear the footsteps of the reaper, seeking my life,
Or what is, potentially my future wife.
Don't end me in a hearse, I know your sad and it hurts.
But truly, we're just the victims on a long life curse.

Sincerly Yours, Alan

I'm new to this.

Peace,



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