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Lucky Broken Girl
Off the wake-up, open my eyes and start seeking some clarity.
A never-ending search for ‘someone like me’
I guess I’m rich in rarity
No doubt, I have everything a girl could ever want
Starting to feel like I’m just my mom in a different font
What could I possibly be longing for?
My life’s one big blissful whirlwind-wind of whirl- feel like I’m just a very lucky broken girl.
Who to please? God or me? I know the answer seems obvious-but everything ain’t what it seem.
If it weren’t for my mom? Who would I be?
If I had time with my dad? Would I have more security? serenity? Something to ground me and surrender me?
Who to be? What to choose? In return, will I gain for what I lose?
Lie down and close my eyes, say my prayers, pray to God for some clarity.
Why’s nobody tell you you can yearn to such severity?
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amagyn spencer
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