May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Little voices always in my head.
Demons from my past keep flaring their nasty heads.
All I want is to move on from my mistakes and make my future better with you as we have started our family now grow our family into more and grow old together sitting in our rocking chairs talking about them good Ole days when we were young and feared nothing.
This demons have ruined my childhood and teenage years,
Now I beg of you little voices inside my head allow theses demons to give me peace to be finally happy with my love and our little family on our front porch rocking chairs.
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