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Just when I thought I was victorious

Depression wrapped its hand around my throat.

Nothing feels right, not even a kiss

From the woman who inspires me to float.

I feel myself slipping again

To the whispers that keep on whispering.

Father forgive my sin

If I am finally willing to sacrifice everything.

I don't want this

But my mind won't settle.

I want to feel a kiss

But damn, my mind is crippled.

Forgive yourself and Love yourself Thn u will feel the lovlyness of life n u may feel the kiss.

Sep 13, 2019
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you are right!

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