At my lowest point in life

I was broken, didn’t want to be here…was ready to go there…

Searching everywhere for a glimmer of light…Hoping for sleep, when day becomes night

A place for contentment, it should be home. It’s not; it’s dysfunctional. I can sense dark spirits. I see tainted faces with hollow eyes, an empty soul. You have no self control. You’re cold, and weak…A human freak

7-18-22

3:07 PM

Ms.Vee

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