Poetry
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Thanks for the love, keep showing it, keep growing it. That's how you really get knowing it, so lit you're glowin' 'n shit With all your knowin' shit Stay fucking lit! Please, be free don't submit To complacency and sit, Thinking, "I'm only one, I can't even spit, I can't get through to shit, before I try I should quit." In plain sight; insight it (Lose fear, kite it like flight it, bite it...) I don't give a fuck, if you have to over night it, Find that fucking shit! Instead of doubting you or anyone is true Never deny it that's how you remain lit For real, I love you all, There's nowhere to fall Resolve to Evolve love within you P.S. Stop feeling insane and to blame for everything that keeps you from you, this is the game they put in your brain to refrain you from awesomeness.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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