My Soliloquy Disgruntled With Love

faux par 4

I have 4 souls
1. Grandchild, daughter sister
With high expectations. Beauty within never abandoned, loved with no expiration, cared for without limitations. With every mistake a crack shows but mended with silicon compassion and forgiveness stitches
2. Girlfriend
With potential to be a wife. Knows no sin. Smells no lies. Trustworthy as God, fearless as compression liquid. Bad and bougie past with an over achieving future
3. Friend
Loyal drinking optimistic smoking enthusiastic player that grind hustles and leaves the rest to those who wait.
4. Unknown
Tattoed. Musician poet songwriter health possessed career Drinker whose never honest about who she is due to fear of realisation and pain of underatanding that im just ordinarily living covered in designer clothes and 3 personalities..
Screaming for help
Faux la mandzana