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Reality

My appearance tells a story
Usually it seems to be negative
It’s unfortunate, you never tried to know me
I don’t try but, my external is inherited

Truth is so much different
I’m weak and I wish my mind was not broken
It’s more of a broken bone weight bearing
without a splint
Impossible to continue and literally can not function

I’m weak minded
I falsely saw a purpose
Incapable of handling the cards I’ve been handed
I wish I could at least be who I seem to be at the surface

I’m only worth negatives
Positively ,I know, happiness was never intended
You were a heart that needed to be mended
I thought I was good enough... but I was wrong... my life is better ended.

You made me understand love.
And until my mind is gone... I’ll never forget it


To my Sunshine
Whom showed me life....
Spread your wings... you’re still a newborn butterfly.

I wasn’t enough this life...
But maybe Judy... I’ll get it right next time.
Written by Whitefeather
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My inspiration is always raw emotion
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