How does it feel to be loved?
To be locked out of your own house?
To be in love with someone you know you don’t have a chance with?
To be used by one of your soul called friends?
To be heart broken?
To have to lie for the person you love?
To be portrayed?
To be used?
To feel wanted and loved?
To be respected?
To be confused of who your real friends are?
To know that you are protected by God?
To have to beg off people to get money?
By Lisa Anderson
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