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Comments about Jonae Marayki
I sit there and cry,
Drowning myself with my worthless lies.
How can I scope that low?
I'm only thirteen,
I'm not trying to be looked at as a hoe.
People looking at mean,
Like my face is turning green.
I'm just a teenager,
Wanting to be free,
Most of my mistakes aren't meant to be.
I want to be free,
Fly high and never look back.
I mean, my mistakes aren't meant to be.