Selling drugs like it's wisdom. Got them misusing got them missing without a vision. They're clueless, crazy how they all said it couldn't be them. Crazy how they all sat back, and let the next one begin without a hint. It's like they all got something to lose, while trying to prove it can't be them. The reflection of him got them boosting. They don't know what to do thinking of any possibility to please him. Falling victim to his charm. Stuck in his arms, staying while trying to get away. Flying high while staying in place. The fear of something getting taking away. No one knows what to do just hoping they not being used. Not seeing that dude got them clueless. Doing things they wouldn't normally do. How can they all be so confused. Taking down his information, not seeing the abuse. He sits back smiling collecting them like it's plasma. Not your average monster, He's a savage.
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Cadeshia Jones
Someone different. Maybe the same. Someone to love. Someone just a little strange. Just a feeling, of love and living in pain. The fear of being the same... -Cadeshia Jones
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