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Yea, how could she live on the way she does, She lived life with a silver spoon in her mouth. The best of things. And the bitch looks at me like I'm the freak! She's the poser, she's the fake, hiding behind her blue eyes and pretty smile. It's all fake, I can see past that warm complexion, and fake ass smile.
She's icy. The ice princess, underneath it all. I'm real all real! say and do what I fee, like a shakespear, in the new era. A poet, aside from the way I look.
Standing I heard it all, How bitter Jane was to that man who saw what I did. He stood there waiting a long time. Even after the echoes of her heels cladering disappeared. He was still there.
"She's usually that way." I said I couldn't help myself, he was just so fucking intreaging, good in a place filled with shit the occasional tourists couldn't comprehand.
           New york, the big apple. Big fucking joke, New York the big rotten shitty apple. He turned and gave me a weary smile.
"She doesn't understand." He said. He was obbsessed I could tell. But not in that fucked up kind of way. I gave him an over all look, he didn't look the type to fuck and kill. Soory for my slur in the words, Fuck happens to be my favorite word.
"So you are?" I said, arms crossed over my chest. He smiled.
"Someone who doesn't have much time." He said and started off to leave.
It was nice to talk to someone, without them asking for a quick fuck or smoke. Yea so I am that kind of chick, I was that kind of chick. No names, just whatever you want, just like she was what she was, we have to survive, don't we.
Supporting the habit, and hope to get better, get a life.
          I remeber, how it worked, no names, no talking, and you'll get your money. the rules simple. just turn over and pretend to like it. She was that way too once, before she gave in like I did. No more! But we never talked, never saw eye to eye with things, she was "Princess" I was "Rhapsody" back in the day of reckoning. Winter always seemed to slap our faces, this season bringing us down, and drunk on our sorrows. Me, I was drunk on the bitter whiskey, oh the taste melting so to speak in my mouth.
           But back to him, that guy with the unmoving smile, he was obsessed with her..you know Jane, maybe an old friend. I smiled, yea maybe an old friend. My apartment, is so damn cold, no heater, its broke. so I'll just sit here, drink up the whiskey and try to supress the urge for something white, that would ease me in my depression.
But I'm better now, no drugs, I'm all clean, but new habits always seem to occur, the drinking one of many and the smoking. The smoke there to save my soul.
        "Wait, I don't listen to sick fucks who follow me around." I winced, how could she be so harsh, the princess, in the mirror.

alot of mispellings, please excuse,

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Yea, how could she live on the way she does, She lived life with a silver spoon in her mouth. The best of things. And the bitch looks at me like I'm the freak! She's the poser, she's the fake, hiding behind her blue eyes and pretty smile. It's all fake, I can see past that warm complexion, and fake ass smile.
She's icy. The ice princess, underneath it all. I'm real all real! say and do what I fee, like a shakespear, in the new era. A poet, aside from the way I look.
Standing I heard it all, How bitter Jane was to that man who saw what I did. He stood there waiting a long time. Even after the echoes of her heels cladering disappeared. He was still there.
"She's usually that way." I said I couldn't help myself, he was just so fucking intreaging, good in a place filled with shit the occasional tourists couldn't comprehand.
           New york, the big apple. Big fucking joke, New York the big rotten shitty apple. He turned and gave me a weary smile.
"She doesn't understand." He said. He was obbsessed I could tell. But not in that fucked up kind of way. I gave him an over all look, he didn't look the type to fuck and kill. Soory for my slur in the words, Fuck happens to be my favorite word.
"So you are?" I said, arms crossed over my chest. He smiled.
"Someone who doesn't have much time." He said and started off to leave.
It was nice to talk to someone, without them asking for a quick fuck or smoke. Yea so I am that kind of chick, I was that kind of chick. No names, just whatever you want, just like she was what she was, we have to survive, don't we.
Supporting the habit, and hope to get better, get a life.
          I remeber, how it worked, no names, no talking, and you'll get your money. the rules simple. just turn over and pretend to like it. She was that way too once, before she gave in like I did. No more! But we never talked, never saw eye to eye with things, she was "Princess" I was "Rhapsody" back in the day of reckoning. Winter always seemed to slap our faces, this season bringing us down, and drunk on our sorrows. Me, I was drunk on the bitter whiskey, oh the taste melting so to speak in my mouth.
           But back to him, that guy with the unmoving smile, he was obsessed with her..you know Jane, maybe an old friend. I smiled, yea maybe an old friend. My apartment, is so damn cold, no heater, its broke. so I'll just sit here, drink up the whiskey and try to supress the urge for something white, that would ease me in my depression.
But I'm better now, no drugs, I'm all clean, but new habits always seem to occur, the drinking one of many and the smoking. The smoke there to save my soul.
        "Wait, I don't listen to sick fucks who follow me around." I winced, how could she be so harsh, the princess, in the mirror.

alot of mispellings, please excuse,