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Son,
Through my endless tears I watched my tired heart shatter into millions of dusty pieces filled with sorrow, worry, regret, broken dreams and he..
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My son goes to prison in 5 days... everyone sees the man who steals and uses heroin... I see the sweet, gentle, loving boy I raised. When I visit him ..
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Dedicated to my son Brandon Mustagog. Happy 22nd birthday son I love you.
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Miss Conceal
I do everything not to feel.
This weight is way too real.
Too much I can't reveal.
Just call me Miss Conceal.
You may have see..
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My first love.
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My struggle with addiction.
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Jaded
A bit jaded.
Somewhat faded.
Over concentrated.
Not exaggerated.
Simply created.
Under stimulated.
Mostly discriminated.
Never validat..
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Hi God, it's me...
Hello?
Is anyone out there?
Can You hear me?
God, creator to all,
Please respond to me.
Where are You?
Who are You?
How d..
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Never be the same
You will never be the same.
As this life drags slowly by,
It takes all the hostages.
Never showing any mercy.
Deeply digging ..
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Naked Silence...
People don’t think much of me these days,
'Cause I’m always depressed, lost and broken.
They make me feel unworthy a..
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