Freedom for what. Not a question, but a statement. Still in a community placement. Complacent at sixteen. Do you see the light in my eyes? Theyre glistening. Look into my soul. My past as dark as coal. Mistakes tell the story of my life, I was a bastard child. Mom was never my dads wife. Thoughts Inside this mind full of depression, more and more hard times keep compressing. Stressing then relaxing, deep breathing, then Asking why life is the way it is. Why teenage moms having kids? Why smart youth throwing away talent smoking spizz. Well Now I can tell why I use to take life as a joke. Im telling you though theres more to it then sitting around tryna toke. I cant explain or comprehend what the meaning of life could be. I cant tell you what life is to you. But I know what life means to me. And that is freedom. Take a look at your own life and maybe you will see.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 08:44:00 +0000
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