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Lately, I’ve been making complaints of luxury,
Not being able to write because I’m too happy,
Too much fun, my mind was too free,
No frustration inside of me,
And today out of the blue, the inspiration came to me.

Every morning I wake up to a hundred messages on my phone,
Wishing all these people would leave me alone.

Nothing personal, you know I love my friends more than anything.
But there’s just something wrong with messaging.
Why do we have the excessive need to tell each other everything?

My mind is storing too much information I don’t want in there.
I’m growing and I see that I no longer care,
About Chris Brown’s social media beefs and Kanye West’s new hair.

I don’t give a fuck about Donald Trump and all his new plans for the world.
Because this is all a system, please listen to your girl.
Everything is going exactly as planned,
It’s not about Trump, it’s about the man behind the man.

What worries me, is that I’m starting to care about people less.
Maybe it’s because of the feelings that I surpress.

I hear them, I understand their pain.
But I just don’t feel the same.

I help because I know I should,
No longer because I want to.

I guess heartbreak made me hard, it made my heart cold.
I just feel like I’ve had to fight all my battles Vlone.

It’s not that I don’t want to help, but I don’t want to be confronted with pain.
I’ve seen too much and it took everything in me to make it go away.

Happy, but not healed enough.
The diamond is still too rough.

Getting high at a ridiculous pace,
But you know, I need some space.

S.H.

#SSHwritings

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