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My appearance tells a story
Usually it seems to be negative
Itís unfortunate, you never tried to know me
I donít try but, my external is inherited

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

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

Iím 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... Iíll never forget it

To my Sunshine
Whom showed me life....
Spread your wings... youíre still a newborn butterfly.

I wasnít enough this life...
But maybe Judy... Iíll get it right next time.
Written by Whitefeather
Author's Note
My inspiration is always raw emotion
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