Jada Gore Poet Rhyme

Unwritten

Don't underestimate the grips of addiction
The stories are true
Please, don't mistake them for fiction
See, even i was naive
Would've never believed
But now I live it
And every day now i pray
To be cured of this sickness
And yes im a believer
But my lifestyle is wicked
Which is just another reason 
This story is so twisted
  One day you're 16
You have dreams
And a vision
You lay down go to sleep
Then wake up in a prison
A decade has passed
And you wonder who lived it
You brush your hair then your teeth
As if it would make any difference
   The months drag by
And all you can think of is your children
Now that you're sober
You actually miss them
And now that you're sober
You're understanding the depth of your decisions
And how this all could've been avoided
If you would have just listened
    But dont listen to me
Cause I have no sense of reason
Which is why the rest of this story was left
Unwritten

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