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Footsteps, shadows of doctors I wait in pain, punched in the face by reality The floor, filled with imprints of visitors Fluorescent lights A pulled out couch with uncensored tears,
My dear future daughter, You got to be a bit stronger. Times will get tough. And life will get rough. People will talk, People will judge. You got to make it out, You cannot pout.
The chains are broken The fear I once had has vanished I am no longer restrained by fear For I was ignited I was broken and lost All my wounds have healed Now, I have found my way
YOU HAVE DONE TOO MUCH I WISH I CAN FEEL YOU WITH MY TOUCH SO I CAN BEAT YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS SO I CAN MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND ALL THE BAD THINGS YOU HAVE PUT ME IN MAN I HOPE YOU ARE LISTENING
Follow your own path, because no one is going to do it for you, dream big, and do not fear the road before you. Troubles will rise but in time they will end, so do not fret for you are strong.
Be strongNothing ever last for longIt wouldn't last forever you knewBut its okay he still cares about youJust hold on to your heart for nowWipe the sweat from your brow
Who could have ever guessed
i feel weak
Silence like the inhale
Steamy hands on the window pane She takes a breath and slips away Pulled by hands of a sick step-father Iron bars built all around her She threw herself to the men she saw
Am I supposed to think inside your box? Then I wouldn’t get outside of mine You think you can control me? Hold me? Entrap my inner being?
Never in ones life would they think their own life would be cut short, But for one girl, she found out that it was her who would soon abort. It was 1989, and she was just going in for a check up,
God give me a second chance I’ve been dealt a hand that no man can understand Falling in between the lines Of is this truth or are there lies I can’t help it The hand I’ve dealt with