charles vanwinkle Poems

He wants me to be fearfull, alone, and afraid
Whipped like a child and told to behave
He wants to control my every move
Like strings on a puppet depressing my mood
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I want to be filled with love, not with hate
I want to watch my addiction slowly begin to fade
My life it was bent, it was broken, and shattered
I want my life to have meaning to the people that matter
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This thing with no shape how can it exist
It has no color or volume, no legenth and no width
It cannon be found nor can it be lost
Yet we all check its pricetag to measure the cost
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