BeatrixBecks
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Me Against Myself
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Since the age of 4, Clinging to Dads t-shirt in terror. Knowing I'm safe all the while. Standing in the garage, Ha
seems we are characters in some story we cant see seems true what they've been saying about you and me i cant escape a
Oh, take me back, Won't you please? Back to the time when My hair fell down to my knees. Back when life was slower.
There is a wall I've built. Strong Stone Covered in ivy. Lush Green It goes around my heart. Tender Soft To pro
You came to me, strong and sure You lifted me up with capable arms You set me on my feet. You hide yourself, You hi
Feeling Fucked Up by Etheridge Knight Lord she—s gone done left me done packed / up and split and I with no wa
Little traveler of rose bush, Eater of aphid, thrip and scale. Red of shell, Black in spot, Garden friend. My baby
Good question. What is a gentleman? It isn't so easy to answer as you might expect. The answer varies from female
Hair back? Check. Hands washed? Check. Here we go. Measuring, slicing, dicing, peeling, grating, sauteeing, deglazi
I wrote this a few months ago, part of my grieving process. October, 25 days till my youngest would have been 12.
World War III,come on,here i go.
Me against myself,but I will win
Kill the enemy for each damn sin.
Wash down the blood off my hands
To be the worst i'll show you my best,
Pretend that we don't live,cause anyway
In love and war i make everything my way.
Turn the page and the sins i wrote
I don't believe in tragedy's but gore.
Glistening tear drops ,wash my hands
From the dirt of fighting myself.