my hearts a muscles I can not tame
I handle with depression I'm so fucking ashamed
I say I'm happy, honestly I'm fuck questioning
is God mad at me.
I know I'm a fuck up
its freaking disappointing
but she still says I'm the best
she wont stop trying to make me happy she refuses to rest
makes me better my heart a little heavier
with her around I can breath better
I would never be okay if it was not for her
cristal my angel
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2024 20:55
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Comments2
Sounds like she is the type of woman everyone needs!
haha, indeed! thanks for the read.
Dude, that’s a good piece. It’s gratifying to the strength in your prose. I’m really happy for you. grasshopper.
thanks bobby!
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