THAT MAN
THAT MAN
Lord who is THAT MAN, I don't remember when we met, but the way I feel around him I will never forget.
He touches parts of me I never knew exist, it makes me want to run from him because I know my body can't resist
I can't seem to concentrate, articulate, demonstrate, or my pen tries but can't initiate, I try to draw but cannot illustrate, the words to describe how my heart lea...
Thursday 8th February 2018 6:06 pm
People
People want something from me. They pull and pull and it's draining me. I can't fully understand or comprehend what it is they see. The funny thing is I remember when I was the black sheep. Now I feel I have to watch the way I live but they keep pulling and pulling until I have no more to give. I wish I could see what they see but once again all I can feel is them draining the life out of me. So I...
Saturday 12th August 2017 5:15 pm
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