To experience the experience of the kind of day when your spirit is vivid livid and going through a phase
Even the sane cant explain waiting for an ultimate change
All the while you re having that kind of day that makes you feel deranged and estranged trying to get a grip on reality giving the last of me
Those days when the world isnt enough but only Gods grace and presence can resonate and give peace to those empty places and fill voided spaces
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Pieces of me scattered amongst the past
The last of me I hold on tightly and matured enough to know
that
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Love is an illusion for the woman of destitute
Prostituting her emotions and soul loosing what is cherished as gold
Searching and seeking trying to feel an empty hollow place that was replaced with emptiness and worthlessness feelings that she carry with every decision
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