What Love Was

Don't take my meaning to mean anything its my love for myself in its own life form surviving and breastfeeding. I could sit down and feel what i'm thinking its a rare skill because I've died and still living. No one knows but this is a funeral feeling mixed with the smile of your best friend spiritually healing. This is the world presented at its saddest moment with the possibility of happiness after all dealing with your self as the only opponent. So yea i understand but i take all day to fight my demon its not a serious problem its more of whats meant while you read this as a freeman.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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