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so I post it on here because I know you will read this... andI want you to read this. not that you will comprehend any of it.. but its things i need you to know...I know you hate me.. I must admit im a little upset with you... I'm over you.. honestly this time I am... I am ready to be your friend.I dont know why you get so jealous about when I talk to shareef... I dont get it... You told me that you trust me, yet you dont trust that when i say im not talkin shit about you. I know you wont believe a word that i am about to type but i just told my mum this story and she laughed so hard she snorted ha ha, she knows me and she said that she could totally see me doing this... here is goes...
so i needed to call shareef to talk to her, just talk.. i think thats what friends do...i wrote ur number and hers on my sponge bob note paper... each not labled. So i grab one that i see and i run out the door (im late for track) so i dial, someone answers and they re like shariah?? after we hang up im like wtf.. they must not know a black name hahaha, so i take off and i fun.. then the number calls me back- it shows as a number bc i took every text and every picture everything from my phone- so its a number i answer.. and im thinking this is shareef, bc i dont know the number.. i answer and some is like.. uhh is shariah there.. first thought in my head is.. wtf.. i thought it was bionca... hahaha so im liek uhh no.. the person is liek can u tell her i called.. im like whats ur name.. uhh name.. ya that thing that ur parents give u wen u pop out...lol.. their reply.. 'K dizzle" so i say ok and hang up. when i hang up im like.. holy shit.. wtf are the odds that i dialed KB's number?? I'm like freakin out.. thinkin ahhaha ill have to save that! her cell must be like a couple digitz off from shareefs house.. so i laugh it off.. and then i go back to the computer.. and there is an IM from you sayin g der why did u call me.. it took me a while i must say.. i was like.. nigga.. please why the fuck would i call u.. hahah... then it hit me.. that must of been the piece of paper that has YOUR numberon it .. so i laugh... that is the truth... and if u knew me like u claim, then u would know that im not the brightest crayon in the box. I know u think its dumb that i talk to my mum bout you.. but maybe that is bc im close with my mum and ur not with urs. Like all parents when their child is hurting the get defensive... so my mum says ... dont worry about it.. everyone fucks 'em over. and you know what i said? ya.. i know.. that is what i didnt want to do ... i wanted to be the one that didnt fuck u over. and it didnt work out and im fine with that now...i care/ed about you... and as im saying all this.. my mum she says... ya we all knew that you would never do that- andeven if u hate me.. i still wont do it- no matter what anyone says... from the bottom of my empty body- i will never do that to you. i know what it feels like when u get fucked up the ass in a 'relationship' so if i know how bad it hurts andhow much pain you feel, why would i ever want to do that to someone... i wanted to tell u this all to ur face, but i dont think u want to see me. that is prob. a good thing... when i come home thi s weekend i have to take it easty due to the ulcer is reaching a massive size- and i dont want to fight.. i hate fighting with you.. i always did.. i wanted to put you high above the rest out of everyones reasch so that noone coul d hurt you...I'm missing your bed,I never sleep...Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,I'm cuddling close
To blankets and sheetsBut you're not alone, and you're not discreet...Make sure I know who's taking you home. i'm reading your note over again...There's not a word that I comprehend,Except when you signed it "I will love you always and forever." for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs And sit alone and wonder...How you're making out but as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone Making out.I miss your laugh.How did we break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope ur as happy as urpretending. I am alone...In my defeat I wish I knew you were safely at home... Your hair, it's everywhere. Screaming infidelities and taking its wear.
so i needed to call shareef to talk to her, just talk.. i think thats what friends do...i wrote ur number and hers on my sponge bob note paper... each not labled. So i grab one that i see and i run out the door (im late for track) so i dial, someone answers and they re like shariah?? after we hang up im like wtf.. they must not know a black name hahaha, so i take off and i fun.. then the number calls me back- it shows as a number bc i took every text and every picture everything from my phone- so its a number i answer.. and im thinking this is shareef, bc i dont know the number.. i answer and some is like.. uhh is shariah there.. first thought in my head is.. wtf.. i thought it was bionca... hahaha so im liek uhh no.. the person is liek can u tell her i called.. im like whats ur name.. uhh name.. ya that thing that ur parents give u wen u pop out...lol.. their reply.. 'K dizzle" so i say ok and hang up. when i hang up im like.. holy shit.. wtf are the odds that i dialed KB's number?? I'm like freakin out.. thinkin ahhaha ill have to save that! her cell must be like a couple digitz off from shareefs house.. so i laugh it off.. and then i go back to the computer.. and there is an IM from you sayin g der why did u call me.. it took me a while i must say.. i was like.. nigga.. please why the fuck would i call u.. hahah... then it hit me.. that must of been the piece of paper that has YOUR numberon it .. so i laugh... that is the truth... and if u knew me like u claim, then u would know that im not the brightest crayon in the box. I know u think its dumb that i talk to my mum bout you.. but maybe that is bc im close with my mum and ur not with urs. Like all parents when their child is hurting the get defensive... so my mum says ... dont worry about it.. everyone fucks 'em over. and you know what i said? ya.. i know.. that is what i didnt want to do ... i wanted to be the one that didnt fuck u over. and it didnt work out and im fine with that now...i care/ed about you... and as im saying all this.. my mum she says... ya we all knew that you would never do that- andeven if u hate me.. i still wont do it- no matter what anyone says... from the bottom of my empty body- i will never do that to you. i know what it feels like when u get fucked up the ass in a 'relationship' so if i know how bad it hurts andhow much pain you feel, why would i ever want to do that to someone... i wanted to tell u this all to ur face, but i dont think u want to see me. that is prob. a good thing... when i come home thi s weekend i have to take it easty due to the ulcer is reaching a massive size- and i dont want to fight.. i hate fighting with you.. i always did.. i wanted to put you high above the rest out of everyones reasch so that noone coul d hurt you...I'm missing your bed,I never sleep...Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,I'm cuddling close
To blankets and sheetsBut you're not alone, and you're not discreet...Make sure I know who's taking you home. i'm reading your note over again...There's not a word that I comprehend,Except when you signed it "I will love you always and forever." for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs And sit alone and wonder...How you're making out but as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone Making out.I miss your laugh.How did we break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope ur as happy as urpretending. I am alone...In my defeat I wish I knew you were safely at home... Your hair, it's everywhere. Screaming infidelities and taking its wear.