look i wrote this because of events that are taking and have taken place in my life. Hopeful if u read this ull understand and maybe relate to what im saying. so this is New Emotional Note. u just mite feel me....
Brawl to the death. Cage match. Someone is going to breathe that last breath. Another mile marker in my existence. A Personal battle within. For others it’s pretty effortless but for me it’s a task beyond any calculation with a far distance. I’ve been able to triumph over everything but this. I was given the option of weapons but I didn’t accept any on the list. I’m artistic with my hands, why would I down them with a gun or other crap, I have other plans. I’m going to be a man about mine. I hype myself up. I attempt to put everything to the side, I clear my mind. I get psychologically/emotionally prepared, and pray on the matter. I pray for me and my foe/opponent just a tatter. I wait for that moment, not anxious, nervous or vexed and worried or hurried. Not frightened or afraid. It’s been a long time coming. Sweat running down my leg. The Vein in my forehead growing and showing. I’m ready. There’s no turning back. The hardest battle is the 1 against a person who you share everything in common with. How can you take life of a person who knows you like the back of your hand? I grew up with him, shared worlds with him. He knows my playbook? I guess it’s fair. Naw I rephrase that, is fair. I look up at the clock. Its 12:27. In my eye is Am, but his Pm. Time sure knows how to stall when there’s fatal death in the air. I greet this chopped and screwed time warp. My eyes are focus, not blinking. Just doing a play by play of my intended target getting eradicated. No time for uncertainties & doubts. Sigh. That instant is here. Time to clock in. Hope I don’t clock out. This is where I will paint my history. Create footsteps too big for a giant to fill. They will be ordered & cemented, permanently in sand for eternity. I hear the crowd’s growl & roar and feel the passion & intensity. Blood pressure normal, heart rate still at ease. “It’s only the whole human race watching.”Like honey worker bees. Everyone is here along with those from my past, even those who died. Every person I ever crossed paths. The entire world I lived in was going to watch this pay-per-view match. UFC. I cross between the 1st and 2nd ropes. I cross the threshold and enter the ring. I stand before my rival. Look him dead in the eye. All the audio is fading into a mute and my body blocks out all sound from the outside. I only hear the pitch of a bell. Freedom’s bell. It begins. But…..How do I fight a mirror? This is my Personal Battle. 1 side lives the first-class the other lives the horrific. Twins. I must overcome this evil that seems to overpower my greatness. Makes the simplest of things hard. I can’t do anything; he just wants me to fail. But this chapter has come to its conclusion and closing stage. No more being afraid to ask questions or being scared of no’s and rejections. No more waste & exhausted time, stuck in a standstill in my life. No more just sitting there with an opinion not heard. No more letting niggas get to me, or downing me. Not standing up for myself. I only had a lot of little things. But that was the problem; it was so many that they caught up with me and now out shine me. Well dim my light. I will believe in me, the good. I shall beat this trial. Your never know what’s under a smile or shirk. Many may look at me and say I have a big perfect smile but under Neath lies a equal nevertheless opposite story. A war, A personal battle. U may ask but I won’t tell. But I will type. I’m the only 1 who can fix what was broken. No1 else. By that I shall I grow. Inside me lives a person who’s 8’10. Time to bring him out, and silence that bitch ass elf. Sean Vs Shawn……A Personal battle, A War With-End.
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