My eyes will rest  On no other face but hers. Her laugh is the one  That softens my heart the quickest, Her affections, more precious  Than gold. Though time and space  May keep us apart  I never forget  Just who it is  This heart was made for. 

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Mourning my Younger Self

When life was simplerAnd I did not have to chooseBetween my conscienceAnd my securityWhen I didn’t see the hypocrisyOf the people I admiredNor painfully grapple withThe same double standardsWithin myself.I mourn my younger self-When anyone next to meCould be my friend,When temptations weren’t soDevastating,When the stakes weren’t so high,Coming to know that the true cost […]

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