When loving so many with a heart of gold. You play yourself into oblivion. Destruction as dynamite, explosion after explosion goes off. One you love as though you are a children. Another you love as an ex feeling with fear surrounding your heart. The third you loved freely until the balls and chains flew up and tied your heart down as the child inside you is bond and gagged. A life full of lies flying from every direction until, slapped in the face, beat to the ground and here we are again. Beaten, lied to, and destroyed as you once were. You start to accept, then bow. You start to waiver and cry from the pain of the spikes stabbed through your wings holding you down.
As I look, watch, hear my surroundings I realize. They are becoming me and my pain.
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Angel Levonn
I am a new writer enjoying myself and having fun! I hope to get my start here and get to the next level. While promoting my website: blackgirldoing.com. Newlywed, ex lease operator, and still a student. It is nice to meet you!
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