Sitting inside of a jail cell, trying to figure out how did my weekend turn into hell? It started two weeks ago when he refused to tell his side chick no. She knew that he belong to someone else, but still she took the chance to help herself.So I sent a mysterious text, to let them know where they should meet up next. They were to dumb and naive to realize that the text came from me. They actually started to believe that it was something that felt like a dream. Thursday finally came around, and I was prepared to put a couple of bodies down. Lock loaded,ready to unleash my frustration at any means necessary. Even if it means I have to leave their bodies in a cemetery. I know I have to do the time to pay for my crime, but what do expect from a girl that has lost her mind. Technically it’s his fault of why I’m doing time on the weekend, because he was the one that took a chance to let someone else in.
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