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Ashanti Brown Jun 2018
My past is dark cloud so easy to remember. I remember the turn up days where it was ok to get and drunk and high making me feel like I can fly. Being a teenager​ screaming I'm grown I can do what I want and who I want. Tight clothes to show my flowing curves and goddess hips to make a boy trip. My past was my go to.... To numb the pain of this dry reality.... quick money that fast life is what I wanted. My counts of numerous of sins I did lay down broke into nothing walking by a deserted road thinking this is how  I will be nothing. Just another *** symbols that sells. My past is something I can't smile about or brag is something that can be dragged into a darker life if I dare to stay. Wondering when is my number called that call to freedom and peace laying down with older men is not fun which I thought it could be. If you guess this was me who would thought that I can see. Broken chains my past is past and that where I want to leave it.
Ashanti Brown Jun 2018
When I look I you I feel different many emotions through the soul as I want to hide my love you but I can't because of I see through you. I see something that better than than the both of us I didn't fall in love of your looks but of spiritual walk. What I see through you is pain and hurt and I can feel it to. My love for you is unfound some thing gathered by our father. I see through you more than my eyes want to see pass the hurt and lies Satan is telling I can still see through you.
Ashanti Brown Jun 2018
It lays be down to sleep as I dream apon stars. The moonlight glisten as your sweet voice carry tune. The smile u put on my face is a blessing. My love is waiting for you. Clear as water fresh as flowers in the spring. The music in the air is destiny within many moons.
Dream come alive at night as silk milk and honey pours out into the distance.

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