I want to calmly be interested; reclusively intimate…
submissive and quiet, yet, loud in action; simple satisfaction…
I’m taking care of me; Praying entirely to my Lord, that I soon find real peace…
I’m ok, then I’m not; my circumstance feel small, but the mental toll becomes a lot.
I’ve been a big girl, making decisions that usually hurt; I’ve had darker moments, I think this one’s the worst…
I’m amused at the things I choose to love, and stress about; mindlessly naïve to what I should’ve given doubt. I’m frazzled with thoughts I’ve constantly brainstormed; coming to an understanding that there’s a certain way to perform.
I am moving very steady; making preparations to be ready. whatever may come, I want to fully be whole for my blessing; my first reaction will be to many, quite an impression. I’ve been working on changeable flaws; I don’t bother listing them, it would sound like a drawn out clause.
I truly want to be a better person daily; given with support I hold tight to, can only be family. What’s insane, is they’re worst than strangers; though, it’s safe to say at least we can understand each others anger…
I realized that I have an unspeakable amount of strength; getting to a point where I am standing on what I meant. There’s a lot of energy used to manage my temperament. I’m befuddled with the way I’m often treated; no matter what though, I’ll do my best to be obedient.
I’m sharpening my skills I haven’t yet executed; I’m becoming stronger and no longer feeling persecuted. walking in my shoes has taken a tole; running, jumping, NEVER walking, I’m always ruining my soles.
benefiting from hurt is a serious level of reaping; stay close, I haven’t went left, but I tend to be right when I’m speaking…
those that show consistency, only do when it profits selfish satisfactions; my mind is what truly represents my benefaction; yet, I’m made to always feel as if I’m nothing more than a small diffraction.
love me, not my flesh; cherish my spirit, without distress, allow ourselves to genuinely mesh. I will not beg for understanding and intimacy to be vested; never again will I allow my heart to feel detested…
I have a story that would blow your mind; it could take awhile, so I hope you have time…
building a cornerstone that’ll create a new past; pushing back the bad dwellings with the good and vast. as a teen I portrayed the life of an adult; when it was time to act my age, I didn’t know how, and that’s not my fault.
influences can extend a huge impact; those who are elder to me had plans to enact. adolescent and naïve to what was really right and really wrong; being in that position can also come with rebellion, while being headstrong.
with such responsibility at a stage during puberty, while I’m fighting demons to get far from a toxic continuity; I’m turning it all around, once I’ve crossed over the abyss; I’ll finally have something else to reminisce…
far away from here sounds like a figment; the way things have been going, it doesn’t sound like a bad commitment. I wanna be where only stars brighten my night, while sunshine illuminates my day; I wanna get lost in a conception of felicity, grasping every aspect of this phase.
no longer living with a mindset of life feeling often naught; neutralizing any wickedness that may try to overcast any dream I’ve sought. appeasing to idealize an existence of purity and its nourishments; some days I wish for evil there would be a special law to banish it, with the communities full encouragement.
I aspire for genuine admiration to cleanse my mind of the thought of it being improbable; free of naivety in knowing that nothing is truly impossible. my feet are grounded to the earth and my mind and is centralized in faith; for this figment I revered is closer than far away…
“…but their prosperity is not in their own hands, so I stand aloof from the plans of the wicked.”
21:16
uncomfortable with the way my life is currently conditioned; even if i fall again, I’ll my best to sustain my ambition.
any figure of speech can be dangerous used in the wrong manner; as powerful as words can be, I make it my business to speak with candor.
I want to be the one counted for first; give me unconditional security! I want to break this generational curse; show me love in it’s fullest purity!
I pray when it’s bad or good; God will always know my heart and with him, I’ll never be misunderstood.
I am suffering from an emotion of pain that’s never paved my heart before. the more I think about the intimacy that resulted in emptiness, makes its especially sore.
funny how worlds can collide; feelings ruptures within, hiding the pain inside. what do you say to a person that you thought would love you back? the words to say has taken a hiatus, I just want to be emotionally detached!
I keep shutting down to keep from saying permanent words; making sure that everything I say is deduced to everything you deserve.
it just sucks when life makes you realize somethings you may want, is a hard no; the next lesson I believe I need to learn, is how to just let things go…
I am rattled with emotions; idle thoughts about God knows what – I must maintain my focus…
men are so inferior to being open minded; they say they are, then boom! solitary confinement.
there’s no need to be rough with a delicacy; be gentle and calm with your way of intimacy.
walking down courting lane; uncovering adventures that I don’t care to explain. tuning in another’s point of view, enjoying what I see; wishing that sooner, I knew.
capture every moment as a blessing, selected personally for you; universally one moment was for you to embrace, because only you had the power to make it bloom.
dress me with favor; vow to me that I am your only, before the world and my savior…
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