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I've been gone for a while, off to a lonely place.
Had to do some thinking, I needed some space.
Not sure if it helped make the man I wanted to create.
For I'm still unsure of who I was in the first place.
I bend, but I don't break.
Attempts by the world's narcissists and ingrates.
I do know it's just no to anyone who wants to relate.
Too many backstabbers, too many two faced.
Too many gold diggers, too many real women, who turn out to be fake.
Too many disloyal, and untrustworthy who lie straight to your face.
Too many church worshippers on Sunday, but Monday to Saturday take break.
Too many know it alls, who knew nothing in the first place.
Too many family members who think water is thicker than blood, what a waste.
Too many friends, too many of them won't even show for your wake.
Too many racists spreading too much hate.
Too many police, killing too many men of the black race.
Too many jobs paying minimum wage.
Too many people say they got your back, too many front in too many ways.
Too many died from Covid, through too many days.
Too many laws restricting too many liberties.
Too many rich, too many poor, too many disparities.
Too many guns, too many drugs, too many std's.
Too many sins, too many going to hell eventually.
Too many times I've tried, getting back on this horse like a jockey.
Too many changes I've made, to suit too many emotional insecurities.
It's now my way or the highway, too many will no longer like me.
Too many evenings thinking about wether or not that matters to me.
Too many voices in my head saying fu€k the world, it's all about me.
If I keep going, too many pages i would need.
Too many more things, indeed.
And if you can't relate, your one of the too many, believe.
