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I run the extra mile for you.
Sometimes, I even would've died for you. I give days and nights of driving; But emotions are still all over the place, Just side-winding. I grind to the edge, But your interests don't falter. Wood so hard, But I still ain't on your altar. I gave you one-hundred and ten percent; I was always there. But, now I can see that you weren't even there at all, This shit was never fair. You tell them you will always be there for them, You wrote that to them today. Fuck, I was with you Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. So, what the fuck am I - just ya mutha fuckin slave? I'm doing everything for you, I treat you right; You should've put me on save. But okay, I think I get it now, You really just want to be a friend... With me, him, and who else? Just give those DM's a send. I can tell you what, I know what I deserve. If you want me again, Step the fuck up or imma let you swerve.
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AuthorMy name is Alexander Fang. I'm a college student studying Pharmaceutical Chemistry at University of California, Davis. This site is an amalgamation of my thoughts, dreams, and the reality I live in. It will consist of my writing, mostly. Archives
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