Dorothea Gift Of God

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I must have forgot how I feel about myself.
I must have lost the emotions that I held so deeply.
I must have died in the last few hours almost changing who I am to rearrange myself for him.
I thought of nothing but the few emotions that I knew.
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I'm standing on the edge of my insanity biting on bits and pieces of a heart that’s tots to the wolves.
I'm completely deranged a human disease to my own thought process.
I've licked the bottom of hell and enjoyed the taste.
So as the bitterness of my own flesh begins to devour your thoughts, I begin to wonder if I'm human, I wonder if I'm just another caged animal a lion looking to be a beast.
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I came full of pain and mental torment.
He drove throw the veins of earth to reach me.
I'm gaining lost of my control.
The taste of my flesh has been bitten, it has had me exposing myself into the world.
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They have begun to press upon me.
They've touched my pen wound.
They chosen not to admit me even through I showed them that I was in need of pain.
My face and head ran the show the enemy stood beside me as an effected lover would do.
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These words said unto me have been missed by my ears.
The enemy has written something inside of my ears.
I heard words that bite the spirit of so many souls.
My ears were caught in the mist of change, a changed man could no longer hold.
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Every season my emotion's leak, they dropped on the inner part of my thighs. Spilling beneath my waste basket. I'm emotionally trapped to another part of a human being. - Quote

Human fluids drop from my inner being, I'm humanly exposed to the hands of my alabaster box. I'm adjusting, my subconscious mind to endure another hour less moment of self gratification. I've mastered I reuse sperm and wipe it upon a napkin a wipe the same wipe that once stood still. But I'm involved with my hands in a relationship that kills the inner being of my open minded slave mentality.
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I've held him 300 times in my mind
but I never left a single imprint on his flesh.
I wonder if the smell of my flesh might introduce him to me, or will he throw up at the introduction of me.
I find myself at more than once, watching him searching throw the mist of my mind hoping I run into him.
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I loved you when the winds blew.
I called you when the tears fell.
I kissed you beneath the truth.
And when I walked away to say good-bye to you.
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she sits beside herself wondering if someone can understand her.
I have thoughts of conflicts of confusion she says, but the words she decides to use don't have any emotions, they wrap themselves around each other and hide.
I have not met the interacial women her mind and her life are both of a different race.
She holds onto the guilt of losing of gaining a new self-control a control that her life wont let her except.
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Blood dripped on the cement like rat to a flame.
I burn down trees like a wild man who's insane.
I lick guns like a dead man with no existence to the rain.
I'm complicated to say the least.
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Keep
my thoughts
trapped
beyond the walls
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Forever
Only last if never
Ends.
But such a time
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I
Keep
Crying
cause my bones scream
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The
Man
Is a boy
Trapped
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She moves as if time has no
Amount upon her life
She
Cries because the women
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