She

Dakota

Self work to improve your life

no matter how good you look how money you have she finds what’s is not right.

She wants to see you down and disrespected.

I don’t have the answers for you all I say is bounce back find you better you come back as someone they never expected.

I get it , physical attraction and attention is entertaining but all shows come to an end. 

Life is short So instead of eyes on many I should just keep my mind on my money keep it less friendly done  just accepting just any. 

To women no disrespect in my tone, but even surrounded by family or friends  I still feel alone. So if you seek validation I do not have the time leave me alone.

At one time I turned  blind eye and let the disrespect fly I don’t blame it on all women only those who waste time. 

Or those who have lost their pride and seek to destroy men from the inside of their mind. 

He who forgets to love self will love all and loses self and leaves his spirit to fight in hell. 

So when he starts to realize he means nothing to the world there but forgotten.

His inner self waiting there , rotten and haunted.

Showing him how alone he truly is he will either grow or end it all. Maybe that’s why he works so hard running in great stride but how far will he go with thoughts of suicide. 

it’s at his heels nothing ever feels real laughed at so he jokes but how long?

Men no need to show emotion, create with it use it as an express through physical work. If not  she will feed off it to fill her validation. 

She hurts differently and uses you to fix a void that will never be filled.

I have my own void , choose wisely friends and lovers no matter what I have, I feel nothing. 

Who ever hurt these women I’m sorry. Whoever hurt us men I’m sorry. To myself I’m sorry.

  • Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2022 09:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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