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working hard

one side says up, another says down
do i look like a fucking depressed clown
to you when i have these episodes??
when two close
sides inside fight within my so
called brain trying to take control
over my body while i look dazed
like a fat glazed
bun, yea i'm a nut case
so what? i've read
every article available on my MPD
and i had that shit since before Power Rangers SPD
began airing so yea it's been a long time
but unlike wine
it's only grown worse
like an aged racing horse
and while i try to guard
my important ones from that side, working as hard
as i can to keep these personalities  in check
they leak out making me look fake
but oh! my hard work is paying
i can't stop but i keep delaying
their appearances in my body
till one day i explode
till one day i cant contain them no more
but till that day
I'll work hard without having to say
to keep my other sides
beside....
-yakaa: jujaa:
(i am working hard #promise..just not on the field that u think i'm working on. ell i'm working hard on that too but just not as hard as i am working on this feild :D )

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Beep-ish said…
Gonna do this again but.....
FINALLY!!!!!!
THE JUJU HAS COME BACK ....
August 23, 2017 at 2:18 AM
yakaa: jujaa said…
i know that thisia gonna beover ur head but..IT'S NOT JUJU(KING. yes u r making me a king). IT' JUJAA:
August 23, 2017 at 3:53 AM
Beep-ish said…
nya juju's more fun to say...so fuck it you're king now
August 23, 2017 at 8:30 AM
yakaa: jujaa said…
i don't wann be a king. just wanna be a traveller. dont like the riches or the responsibilities of a king. can't handle them so JUJAA: IS BETTER THAN JUJU
August 23, 2017 at 8:47 AM
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