Those lips and how they made me feel,
Never had anything felt so real,
Thoughts of you pour like rain.
I’d sell my soul to taste them once again.
I visit you in my dreams.
We, you’ve forgotten it seems.
I don’t fight them anymore,
Are you just as you were before,
I prayed one day I’d be your wife,
And with you i would spend my life,
Together we had been.
Our love destined not to win.
It lives on in my memories,
I miss you when no one sees.
Jill L. Ware
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Hello! I am a lot of things. First and foremost, I am me. Like it or leave it I believe God made me just as I am. That I need to go through these trials and tribulation to become who it is I am meant to be. does it suck? yes it does. I have two sons and three granddaughter and one on the way. I've been diagnosed with bipolar and borderline personality disorder for several years. This is a way to let my words out, get them out of my head. You are not alone in your struggle with these diseases, it's exhausting trying to be normal. Or what we percieve as normal.
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