Corey Ross Poet ABC

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Sometimes I think, what if I'm wrong. Everything 
nowadays seems like vanity even I have my days where I 
can't stand me, looking back on my life like daylight 
savings I still live with no regrets hell I can't save it, I'm 
inconsistent with women in the past I gave my all too, but 
I can't help myself its who I am and what I always do, but 
after so many failed attempts its got me thinking,  
wondering will I ever get the same in return so as I take a 
glimpse into the near future, what if what I'm asking for 
will never happen, we live in a world where everybody 
gives their all too hate don't give enough to love, single 
parent homes without children that miss out on kisses & 
hugs. So on the quest with what I'm searching for its got 
me wondering maybe I'm just impatient tired of waiting 
tired of giving and I don't get, tired of bending over 
backwards for love and the same im giving out I don't get 
I'm their addiction this all of me that I give is their next fix 
but I'm the one who got his emotions caught up in the 
mix I'm sick...but I can't help it but I'm also helpless to 
give love unconditionally so freely is a selfless act but 
when will it be my turn to get that same feeling back...

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