Plagued by never-ending anxiety and doubts
Lost in a wasteland of depression and loneliness
Cut deeply and endlessly by memories of a shattered past
Always aimlessly adrift, seeking safety and sanctuary
Ever pointlessly praying for even a small reprieve
Gazing in the mirror wondering if I'll ever be worthy
Still my abused heart beats on and on
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Annabeth Isabella Thatcher (Pseudonym) (
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Know that you are worthy and deserving of happiness. Next time you pass a homeless person. talk to them if even for a short time and you both will feel more worthy. And give them a small alms (if you can). They really appreciate socks so maybe carry a few pairs of them in your car for such a purpose. Excuse me for preaching.
That is really good advice and I am definitely going to try it. I carry a pocket of almonds with me for the squirrels when I go for walks, so making sure I have socks in the car won't be a problem. I definitely didn't take it as preaching, stay blessed.
I Know how that goes too, nice work, I think you left the T off heart in your final line !
Thank you, you are absolutely right. And I have no excuse for it, lol
No problem, just a typo !
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