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Another year has been added onto my life. Everything is okay, And I thank God I’m still blessed, But my tears are just Getting bigger as the time Starts to trigger. My heart starts to get swollen As my mind still tries to Figure exactly what’s really going on. Why do I feel so alone? I try and close my eyes and picture home, But I’ve been gone for too long. I’m living in miseries. My only pain killer is a double shot of Hennessy. Lord give me ink and some paper Please. My soul cries out within the Ink that bleeds. Oct 6 was the day I was born. God how long will I live and still remain Trapped in this storm? My heart for writing Can’t be the reason I’m still alive. God gave me another chance To get my hands on the prize, But it’s been too long to why I’m still living in Disguise Of pure evil that set fire in my Eyes. Aching bones in my body, And a hopeless dream of Corvettes and audi’s. Entrepreneurship, And dedication is what I feen, But another year has been added onto This helpless black queen. I’m not sure why me. My pencil is about to break, And my paper is about to rip. The hardness of my thoughts, And my teeth that’s clenched and gripped Is only another episode to why I’m still Here. #HAPPYBIRTHDAY -Marci H.
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Happy Birthday
Another year has been added onto my life. Everything is okay, And I thank God I’m still blessed, But my tears are just Getting bigger as the time Starts to trigger. My heart starts to get swollen As my mind still tries to Figure exactly what’s really going on. Why do I feel so alone? I try and close my eyes and picture home, But I’ve been gone for too long. I’m living in miseries. My only pain killer is a double shot of Hennessy. Lord give me ink and some paper Please. My soul cries out within the Ink that bleeds. Oct 6 was the day I was born. God how long will I live and still remain Trapped in this storm? My heart for writing Can’t be the reason I’m still alive. God gave me another chance To get my hands on the prize, But it’s been too long to why I’m still living in Disguise Of pure evil that set fire in my Eyes. Aching bones in my body, And a hopeless dream of Corvettes and audi’s. Entrepreneurship, And dedication is what I feen, But another year has been added onto This helpless black queen. I’m not sure why me. My pencil is about to break, And my paper is about to rip. The hardness of my thoughts, And my teeth that’s clenched and gripped Is only another episode to why I’m still Here. #HAPPYBIRTHDAY -Marci H.
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
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