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At least it lasted a while. The love, the trust, or lust... Head high, chin up, for once... Seems like I'm living among disappointment these days. Actually, it was here. before you came... Yes, way before you came. What a shame. How can I trust a man... When my own father ran? (Slightly Laughing) When in every situation, **** seems to hit the fan? Went from his excuse to physical abuse... Seeking a mans love at any expense Just to amuse... you. (Yelling) Because I don't see nobody else applauding! You're appalling. Slightly more than an alcoholic at mind Who's to blame for the lack of communication The stalling... Now I have 3 daughters 2 crawling 1 calling... To a man that's never consistent. There is distance. Then they turn to me for relief, Because it is me... yeah me. That picks them up from falling. Consistently. "The key is consistency." Wise words from the woman That didn't birth me, But didn't desert me... Never turned her back, Never hurt me... (Crying) & Now I am hurting... Because anybody I've ever loved Is either dead or they hurt me. (Breaking down) Why is it me that's so deserving?
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
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At least it lasted a while. The love, the trust, or lust... Head high, chin up, for once... Seems like I'm living among disappointment these days. Actually, it was here. before you came... Yes, way before you came. What a shame. How can I trust a man... When my own father ran? (Slightly Laughing) When in every situation, **** seems to hit the fan? Went from his excuse to physical abuse... Seeking a mans love at any expense Just to amuse... you. (Yelling) Because I don't see nobody else applauding! You're appalling. Slightly more than an alcoholic at mind Who's to blame for the lack of communication The stalling... Now I have 3 daughters 2 crawling 1 calling... To a man that's never consistent. There is distance. Then they turn to me for relief, Because it is me... yeah me. That picks them up from falling. Consistently. "The key is consistency." Wise words from the woman That didn't birth me, But didn't desert me... Never turned her back, Never hurt me... (Crying) & Now I am hurting... Because anybody I've ever loved Is either dead or they hurt me. (Breaking down) Why is it me that's so deserving?
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27/F/Detroit, MI
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
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