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A Woman Song of Pain
I don't want you no MORE! I no longer want you to hold my hand, I no longer desire to call you my man, my best friend . Your betrayal runs so deep, like in a nightmare when I fall asleep. I trusted all that you say, just waiting on you to change your ways, for the both of us, babe. This decision was one that would bless not only me, but one that would also set you free, for both, you and me. Knowing this situation wouldn’t change, but consistently rearranged. Us, living in our own insanity, where we never get a chance to escape the bad, into a feeling of blissful tranquility, where we were freed..The freedom of mind, financial, into spirituality. How then did we survive our pain, but still one of us remained the same, a woman's pain. You found your joy in the streets, for me, a much to great of a defeat. I couldn't compete. When I prayed, I prayed for you to, for the both of us, to champion through. But what you had in store for me? A reality, but not seen on TV. You sacrificed not only yourself but us, and whatever else that was left. Now, I can never be your friend, your lover, your shoulder to cry upon, that waist to embrace at night, that voice that says "its alright", " it will be OK" "at least I love you bae." Her pain can't let her forget all the betrayal in loving you, through all the bull you put her through.
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