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So Much

I can’t wait to get past this crap put myself through a lot got so much in my lap I got so much work to do Hate, shame, and guilt stuff I gotta get through One thing I don’t do is whine When I feel it coming I say god give me a sign His love for me is what I need He touches my soul Destroying hates seed Thankful for all that help me Without them, only pain I’d see Most don’t know what hell looks like But I do and it destroyed my psych

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Book: Shattered Sighs