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No one ever bothers to ask me if I'm okay.
My life is an open book but if you don't ask the questions then I'll never say
the things that I've been through, the things that I'm going through, how many times I've cried myself to sleep.
If I had a million pages I could write several books because my pain runs just that deep.
What a beautiful woman, with beautiful children, with a smile that could light up any room.
With a contagious laugh, and such a caring Spirit, her Ora is as bright as the moon.
She wakes up every morning and dresses herself as if she is on a mission.
Because looking like what I've been through is not even a decision.
Oh what a draining talent I have, the energy it takes to hide the pain inside.
I am a broken woman, filled with disappointments, and countless tears have I cried.
If I told you my childhood what would you say? if I told you my adolescence how would you react?
If you knew me as a young adult what would you do? If I told you what I was going through would it make an impact
on how you see me, on how you view me?
Would you make your judgments, act like you never knew me?
Is the baggage too much for you cuz I'm used to the weight.
Let's just do away with this conversation, I can handle my Freight
all by myself. So I'll continue to smile and wave in the murnting
I'll open my mouth and say hello, how you durin?
