This poem dont belong under here, but it goes to my family..
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Why you always in my business.
I don't understand.
Asking me what I will be doing.
Does it matter what I do?
So what I am leaving, do
you need to know where.
I tell you with a friend,
and you want to know what friend.
Does it matter, what friend?
What if I don't want you to know,
what friend..
Did you ever think about that?
Asking other people if I was there, or who came
with me.
If you don't believe me, then why
would you ask me.
Ever think about I don't want you
to know.
There something's that people don't
need to know about me, or
what I do.
I am 20 years old, I don't need
you questioning what I do.
Don't get me wrong now, its kool
you asking.
I just hate the fact that people,
be in my business.
I feel if I wanted you to know
something then I would tell you.
Don't go to someone else asking them, what I do.
