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Fabiola Sully Poem
I've been traveling for days,
Trying to find my way home.
It feels like a never-ending journey
And i will never reach my point.
The days have been frying me.
And the nights leave me frozen.
I've even dealt with strong winds,
Blowing dirt and sand in my eyes.
I've been traveling for days,
Trying to find my way home.
I have walked many trails,
And dirt roads belong the way.
I seem to end up in dead ends.
And detours along the way.
I had to take different directions,
Which have left me confused.
I've been traveling for days,
Trying to find my way home.
The coyotes and vultures are always following me.
Waiting for my body to give in.
One day I thought what's the use.
Until I saw home in my viewing.
It look all my strength,
And soul I have left to reach it.
I've been traveling for days,
Trying to find my way home.
The trip took a lot of me.
But I knew it was worth it.
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Fabiola Sully Poem
i know your weaknesses.
I know your doubts.
I know when you're feeling down.
And your pessimistic thoughts.
I have crippled your thought process.
I have made you sulk.
I even broke you down,
Worrying about your insecurities.
I have kept misery within your grasp.
Knowing you're searching for true happiness.
I've kept you away from the unknown.
And all the unexperienced.
I've even kept you away from love.
Knowing you won't know how to handle it.
Why deal with something you can't control.
When you can't step up to the challenges.
You've tried to get rid of me.
Yeah, I know you fought back.
But I've kept striking.
once your defenses were down.
Eating your confidence and well-being.
I know one day you will find the courage,
To put me out of my misery,
But when you have those feelings.
Of nervousness, tightness, and heat flashes,
I'll be there.
You know my name.
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Fabiola Sully Poem
So here we are,
Eye to eye,
Still far apart.
Neither of us moves an inch.
We don't lose our edge.
Neither one of us says anything.
The other will smell the weakness.
We still care for each other.
But things have to be said.
You have your pride,
I have mine.
We're not giving that up easily.
So we stand here,
Looking at each other.
While the pain grows in our hearts
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