I attempted recently to speak from the place of distortion.
When I found my post, I was embarrased, again.
This plague keeps my life in its grip and my soul distanced from freedom.
I listen, constantly hopefull .
I make attempts again and again.
I dont know how much longer I can linger without further humiliation.
I am somebodys, friend, companion, lover, , sister, aunt, niece and more. I regret to say that I have suffered as somebodies daughter for she is a sick example although tucked in comfortable in the faith of her disquise.
I want to be friends with you.
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