Rock-a-by-baby smiling-away,
Kill-it-before the end-of-the-day.
Stomp-it and swish-it and kick-it-around,
Then-stash-it-away in lost-and-found,
Someone will come and take it away,
And-sell-it-to-Devil who eats-it-with-hay!
My struggle with depression and life after love, knowing now, that the days of innocence have expired...Moving on after pain, with some hope, and a little wisdom
Wednesday, December 23
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Letter to RAD - Take 3
hello, it’s been a few days since we last texted, and i’ve been reflecting on what you said. while i agreed with a few things, there were ...
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the dark parts - i tried to hide them, then treat them but in the end, i realized i’d have to live with them
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you’re not your cv or your waistline you’re not your parents or your sun sign you’re not your promotions or the money you make you’re just t...
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the bridge is broke between your hope and my reality the last hour spent on my lament yet you show no mercy
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