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Honey, I have a regretful longing for your unparalleled love. You loved me more dearly than any woman has ever loved a man. Reciprocating your love was a thrilling experience for me.
I am a lotus, once grown in the dirty, filthy mud A flower that resonates with the sun and the northern mountains filled with flood I am a buffalo who is big, stubborn, dark-skinned, and slow
Silk veils surround the Earth Veils not of protection Rather veils of danger Veils of destruction Veils of insecurity Ripping through the souls of
I am a deep thinker Of the living Of the dead Of the happening Of the unseen Of the omnipresence Of the reasons Of beings that be, become, and then no longer
Ordinary. Is what we are without all the excess Is what the world looks like day to day
Maturity can be seen in many opportunities. Staying classy with an attitude of nasty. Showing off my curves and edges, letting everyone know i have imperfections.  Flashy ring and fancy cars may not be in my future. but atleast im not tortured.
Rape. It led to my silence. For a year I let what happened control me, let HIM control me. Fear. I was scared.
My hairs a mess I don't even distress of how I dress my leggings are all worn people are going to know it's all torn
Through this tiny journey, A game as some may call it,  We fall over cracks, Trip over mistakes, Fail while achieving, And make faults within perfection, But it is just the nature of mankind.
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