Clarence Williams

Rookie - 10 Points (May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

Clarence was wrong


You became what one needed it
An emotional drug. That allowed me to escape for the moment, like I was swept away  by the wind each and every time I allowed you in, at the place where the strong became broken. 

And my sprit was yearning for something different! ! ! but one couldn't find nothing to quench the thirst, an hunger for someone who can make me full all over again with substance.

And what I became a custom to was fatty foods that destroys the body mentally, and physically and should have been full but left starving like I had nothing to eat! ! ! ! ! !


And the strong became stuck at a place like it will never happen for me again! ! ! ! ! But Clarence was wrong

Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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