Your promises were as confusing as a riptide as I watched them ripping my tides ... and me telling you the truth became a lost chance in that bumpy ride ... and i lost faith in love but love didn't loose faith in me.
In time of « can I leave quietly «
His presence held on to my existence
It had let me be .
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
