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Darkness, Chaos and Lies

I was so dumb But everything was exciting and fun I used to be his baby his sweetheart his Hun Then I realize The deceit was my demise My heart was being strung He’s nothing but darkness, chaos, and lies He stole my heart, spent my money Drove the streets for anything living Told me he loved me just for the honey The intoxication is what he believed in Curse, Curse, Curse! Scream, Scream, Scream! When he couldn’t get that liquid satisfaction Or that toke that went up in smoke I was a side chick to this An utter distraction He use d me for my body and robbed me broke Never felt sympathy for the tears I cried His heart is dark Filled with Chaos and Lies

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Date: 2/12/2018 11:14:00 AM
It s so sad, the pain we feel when the one we always love betray ua is immeasurable, it seems like that our whole world has been broken and there s no purpose to live anymore, alcohol or any type of intoxication turns a man into satan, while drunk we don t remember what we are doing, we just do it and the output isn t always pleasing, it destrpyes our lives and even the life of one we love, good luck
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Sherry Beck
Date: 2/13/2018 10:38:00 AM
So true of what you stated, sometimes when we are under another influence, that opens the door to Satin. However, all is not loss in any situation because we are here for the betterment. Thanks for the reply.
Date: 1/4/2018 10:05:00 PM
Hi Sherry, I am sure there are a lot of women out there that can relate to this poem, I think a lot of us have experienced this in a lot of ways, not quite so dramatic, thank you so much for sharing and take care.......Vera
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Sherry Beck
Date: 1/4/2018 10:38:00 PM
Hi Vera, yes there are a lot of traumatic experiences that grow us to beautiful flowers. It's the pain that gives us our platform. Thanks for responding.

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