Part V
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Friday
A dreamcatcher was all it took
Caught by the devil's hook.
A belligerent sisterly fight
We've all caught a blight.
Reminds me why I wanted it to end
All she does is condescend.
I hate her, and her negative attitude.
I hate her cause what she says is true.
Yelling, screaming; No way through
Crimson flows in different hues.
Walking away with bitter tension
Watery eyes and apprehension.
My brothers hug is the only thing
Another is possibly worshipping.
That makes me feel wanted
Less haunted.
I sleep with tears trailing my cheek
My soul feeling battered and weak.
I toss and I turn fighting my demons
Living one of my hardest seasons.
What is it that I'm living for?
My glass heart so emotionally raw.
Dreams of fiery smoldering obsidian
Afterall I ain't no Gideon.
Waking with a mind of reinforced steel.
No more will I kneel.
🌌
Nadea x
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