Probably not the only who wishes they had a best friend.
Someone you text when you wake up rather than sitting on your bed,
Vexed about it all.
Someone I can call any time my mind bounces from wall to wall,
In ballistic fashion.
Because,
I’m just worn out by emotions I wear on my sleeve,
Even if they make me mad in a world where I miss my old jawn every time I,
Breathe.
But,
Now I must air it out in a loud manner.
On a stage as a rapper,
Not a pot head trying to wrap her memory within a joint I can no longer stand,
Burning every bridge I’ve ever had leading me to my salvation.
A different life is what I must embrace if,
I want anything to change in,
A life I never thought would even make it this far…
Air It Out

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