My heart keeps bleeding ,
My hair line keeps receding ,
My pulse won’t stop beating ,
The bad habits keep on repeating .
I need to focus on me, be the best version and let the world see.
This can not be, I try to be me, but how can I when he just won’t see.
I stare into the wind , lose concentration while zooming through a station , like it is a creation .
My life is drama , the people that hurt me need to remember about KARMA!
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Author:
Nicole Sarah Robinson (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 18th, 2023 17:22
- Category: Unclassified
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