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Hello my little failure, we’ve been waiting for your return
We know our pressure’s way too much, we know for what you yearn
A little song of sweet respite, to whet your pathetic appetite
We promise to close the lid real tight, and flood our darkness in to your light
* * *
I made a drink of 100 proof, my razor blade of choice
To drown out demon voices, to cut their endless noise
I mixed it full with anger, and hurt, and hopelessness
I drank it quick, I drank it fast, I drank it with relentlessness
* * *
Callous words are spoken, when we all need love the most
I needed grace, I needed kindness, and to vent without recourse
Maybe one day we’ll be able, to cast aside our pride
And give the tenderness we need, and put ourselves aside
lookingforthelightblog
06/21/2016 at 22:00
Chis
So glad you had the hand of God on you and you’re here today.
Blessings
M
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Surviving the Specter
06/23/2016 at 07:47
Thank you for the kind words Melinda. I hope your struggles are lightening up some. So good to see you writing again, X
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SassaFrassTheFeisty
06/20/2016 at 19:53
Love your gift with words 💖💖💖
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Surviving the Specter
06/23/2016 at 07:46
Thank you my good friend 🙂 I hope you are pushing through your valley. You deserve happiness, X
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