Moving on

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slave naia
slave naia
48 Followers

I glance at myself in the mirror
Knowing damn well I will not enjoy what I see
Who is this in the mirror looking flipside
It sure the fuck does not look like me

I look shabby, it makes me remember far back
To my grandmother coming home with her shoes in hand
Hair tousled and pulled back
Now at 25 I truly understand

He is supposed to be my principal
My god and my rock
He has never taken care of me
I wonder why I am in such shock

I swallow hard and wipe the tears from my eyes
I am on my own now, alone and alive
It is through my tough skin and broken heart
That I will really survive

slave naia
slave naia
48 Followers
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