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im just sixteen,
and life's a crap,
It's just part of being a screwed up teen,
and im just whacked.
Freerunners call me NC,
and im just plain lazy,
never rich with money
but always trying to get MC.
It's just a meaningless poem,
im just rhyming what people think i am
i just smile at most of'em
Cause i am, whatever they think i am.
the streets are my trainin spots
and i hate living a normal life,
knowing this sports
really makes me feel that i have a life
freerunning is a passion,
and i dont care what others think
because im not into fasion,
and im not what people think.
having a team called family,
and having a loved one called Feli
they are the things i wished for personally
but i still dont think i deserve it, entirely
imposible,
that i havent said a thing about myself,
this poem is definately unsensible,
may seem that way, but ive just described a lil bout bout myself,
i dont know what im living for myself,
and im a poet now myself
but how can a poet writes a thing about himself,
when he dont even understand his life, nor himself
it's just hard to lie about oneself
if he dont even know what to lie itself
i just wish everyday
that i would not wake up the next day,
im just that way
and there's nothing more to say
to end this confusion,
and to end the night
i shall finnish off this reflexion
with one more rhyme tonight
this is the best i could do,
hopefully this will do
and without further ado
i just hope this is good enough for you.