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She be my choice

Is my skin colour bothering you
Are my words so hard
That it feels like a knife through you
Is it so hard to be empathetic
Coz sitting here feels like
I am a dreadful mess
Whom you can't cherish
Just coz my choices ain't same
As defined by others
Doesn't mean you make me
So hard on myself
I am trying so hard not to
Fall for her
But it's hard to stop drowning into her
Coz she is a drug to me
Her scent, her warm lips on mine
I am driving wild without her presence
Can you send her my love through this
Coz I am afraid if I will be here
Waiting for someone
who is never meant to be mine
Without her I am smelling death
I know it's death coz I smelt it before
When you blamed me to be myself
And she is not any different than you
I am not ashamed
to have her as my Choice
But I am ashamed to be somebody else's choice





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  1. Jubli is the above writing true or just an creation cz creations are mainly life stories

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  2. Well I am straight so I guess dat says everything

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