Tri baller



He’s not Jesus

He pretends well
You can rely on him 

He secretly chooses you over her

You are his hope, his agenda 

It’s going to hurt

The end of everything 

When your world comes crashing down.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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