Written by HastyWords 12/27/12 Sometimes I HATE my inner dialog! Your Words dissolve Into pools Of deception Your Smile rots Leaving Teeth riddled With broken Torn up flesh Eyes hidden Behind a mask You are the The liar that Hides inside of me Torturing me With hope With dreams You tell me I will never…
I am a mom, with a ten year old daughter, who is struggling to raise a strong individual who will also be a compassionate friend. Girls can be downright vicious to their own gender. I think it is important for women to stand together but more often than not we end up bullying each other…
I am not a girl anymore. I know I am long past that part of my life. It is good though, to go back and visit her. My best friend helps me to stay in contact with her. I think part of why I enjoy his company is his youth…I lost mine…so I borrow his. …
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