Isn’t love supposed to be scarring and not endearing?
Submissive and not liberal?
Or is it the other way around?
The old will say, live your life to the fullest, you’ll get there eventually,
But where am I going?
Live everyday as though it were your last,
The last time she heard that, she was in the waiting room of her inner voice,
She knew she was right but she left defeated and afraid,
As though she would have to choose between love and life,
So she goes into her prayer closet hoping to find some answers,
And makes a new friend called Doubt,
Doubt haunts and taunts her till she gives in,
Hope comes along, but with Doubt, has the damage already been done?
Nessa 🖤
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