Ramble rhyme blot ink jot

They think Im somethin special But I think Im like everything from the shelf. Im. Just myself nothin else, nothin extraordinary. Nothing noteworthy from my inventory now heres the story. Im just trynna survive mine; Life. Im not a cat I dont got nine Lives. Just chillin n livin’ working on many things and one of them things forgiveness. Ive been beat up and down and I been around the block. Down and up and drinkin till Im drowned my sorrows weigh more than pounds n Im sorry. For anything that went down that hurt anyone along my journey. I try to keep my head up; right now I’m trynna get some bread up cause Im fed up with the sky high prices of simple ass stuff. Like a bed and a place to rest my head; this is crazy I cant even afford to live in a shed. When I wrote this; I simply bled emotions poetical therapy But naw Im not hopeless. Im actually ontop of it; climbing n never droppin it; philosophies im trying to follow it and acknowledging my own accomplishments.

Nina

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