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Dark Child

The feeling of philanthropy there may be something wrong with me supposed to be kind acts but its more like distressful theraphy feel like I'm trying but all the ropes that I'm tying are keeping me to the ground because life itself I'm denying look at the sky reality is a lie been raising kids for 8 years and I feel like I'm bout to die appreciation aint got none so I'm still waiting for thank you for what you done and yes all the time that you wasted walls closing in I'm thinking this is the end got pressure like a grenade pull the key and no one wins I'm in the dark just waiting for that one spark to come light up my world and put love into my heart until then ill just say that I'm wild cause in the inside best believe that I am a dark child

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 6/13/2016 3:43:00 PM
WOW, another deep write. I love it. SKAT
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Date: 6/12/2016 11:22:00 PM
Nice expressions of internalised turmoil... very good poetic lines...
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Date: 6/12/2016 9:14:00 PM
Deep write, Jackie, :) LINDA
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Date: 6/12/2016 7:55:00 PM
i wrote this about my life growing up raising and still raising my siblings without appreciation. and even more responsibility and pressures from the bring downs of my mother
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