Maybe I'm just a poet, or a spitter
I just write what comes to my mind, not a quitter

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Gotta headup,
when I feel I have to giveup
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Not a shitter, who cares for what I write
Even though I hated her, love always was tight
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That's why you see me,
Writing love hate poems, she has made me greedy
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Terrible is the fate, no escape, no matter what is my place,
I was rough, tough and doin bad stuff but she had her grace
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Made me wonder, what made me so moody
She is the reason, I always remain cloudy
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With much love and kisses,
Wahab Malik ❤️❤️❤️😘