Please, save the sob story. It worked on others before me. You're starting to bore me. I bet one day you'll be on Maury. How do you claim to be my friend, But switch up on me in the end? So many pages and chapters in life, I knew you'd be Gone With The Wind. I see that you came back sobbin'. Asked you where were you at, man, When them goofies came robbin'. You knew about them, but silence. I told you that your man is a P-O-S. Crossed your arms across your chest. So I told your dumb ass to say less. You can't be mad at me for your B-S. I hate the way you and others act. Like y'all never really text me back. I never switched up, that's a fact. Now it's Armageddon, fúck a pact. I said you're full of shít, As if you're constipated. This ain't a fúcking skit, My trust got degraded. I'll bring the beef to you, As if you ordered that. Know I'm a loose screw, I'll pull up where you're at. You make me indulge in ignorance. Cut your ass out the damn picture, Like I was saying good riddance. Sensed my intent from a distance... Every time you get played... You look to me for closure. Go get yourself a tissue. It's never been my issue. Why don't you answer my calls? When you had bleeding walls, Wasn't I always answering, huh? Always thought tampering, huh? You insist that you're innocent. Tell me how are you always right, When you have another man's sent. See through it, but you never relent. Sorry, I haven't texted you back. With you around, I'm off track. Cut you off and I obtained money. Can't even laugh at that, but it's funny...
he’s talking about worace’s competition thread on art, writing and poems are allowed. Hope to see what you post, if you enter.