still here.
lost so many things.
I remember your eyes last night.
so dead as you turned away from me and got in the devils car.
I felt it like cancer, spreading and in my mind that car crashed and you all died even the little baby. Mommys blood all over you. just a vision that you'll tell all your friends.
a few days, and i'm gone, and you'll just be a memory . this half written book, and the rest of the pages are blank, fucker, cause you ain't here with me in the ending.
This ugly business man threatened to call the cops on me for sleeping in the van last night. I need to get back to the ghetto where no one calls the cops. I need to get to where the sun shines and i can sleep on the beach and wake up alone.
Love, Lily