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Karmen Jun 1
As I close my garage and drive away, all I can think of is the escape; Is it really an escape or easy to not let them see the pain. My heart is heavy; my mind so full can't even fathom a tear to pull. I'm lost, and drained don’t even know who will listen to my brain. I've pushed, pulled and choked, and drowned now its surround. Cause she had doubt felt fear and neglect like someone's hands around her neck. Her depths so wide and cracks so thin how could she ever feel she’ll win. Worry is anxiety depression, with suicide is supposedly a sin. My father, who is in heaven, please guide my path for soon to see it all, only my wrath as I close my garage and drive away.
Writing from my cousin, sharing the poem for all.
Karmen Jun 1
Blindly loved or love be blind whatever peace my heart defines. My body my soul was given like blood for my life was forsaken from the one that I loved. Was alone, bruised, torn but for worse the feeling of left confused. Was it me, what I do my heart poured for a live I lived for. A family home, a career a journey never to believe this man and his irony. Although carrying his only child was betrayed numerous times girls that hasn’t even ran my mile. I wouldve done, could’ve done and then still did mainly because I was having a kid. Swalled my pride put my insecurity aside for what to be left alone to cry. Yet now 3 years later my heart looks back back feel peace and endurance to God set my only track. He built my strength off pain cheating and absue to allow me to see he is the is the only man my heart shall choose.
My cousin shared this writing with me. I felt the poem should be shared with all

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