Layin in bed while most are sleeping, i close my eyes but something is keeping me awake, and its already late in the night. I wonder about tomorrow and the weather it will bring. America is so messed up i wonder are people noticing. My child living a better life than me, waking up and always seeing her mommy. Hope that one day, daddy will come around more n more n with mg siblings it could be our small family. Lookin at my alarm clock constantly wondering how fast time will past as i rest. I see this sweet guy, n invest time, understanding, and loyalty to our relation. Wonderin why i am sleeping alone after sharing.my body with someone and having a bright future is my intention. .
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The Immortal Wize says: very open and honest...Keep on flowin |
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love_supreme says: This is real talk. Excellent write. |
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