living with a curse
Living with a curse that I bare is so hurtful. I can not live as not faithful. Desire of hurting and heartache in such a deep pain. Living with a curse of being a fool and always being denied. Never being so hurt and so black hearted that life is so deep that it cut me deep where no knife can reach. Life is not a new blossoming peach. Loving, living, and learning are all empty cold shallow words. Living in a cursed filled word is so depressing and so much misery that i wish when I open my eyes from sleep I see peace and harmony but not chaos and destruction. Living my life with a curse of words beatings losing my dad to the dope and crack he be doing caused him to self-destruct. Losing my life is a curse of be passion of misery and heartache and tragedy. Lord give me a sign cuzz my word is turned up side down man if I ever see my dad again it is goin to be my last living with a burden, curse, and a devilish spirit. my world is over turned on me not letting me get up or letting me livin it but it is living me.
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