Tamara jones Poems

push-push i say push-push hold my friendship into place
its crooked i say its crooked its not hitting the right base
we cant split up-but we must split up its just not working out
we half to end are friendship no dought
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-ugh the realtionship is bitter [Sorry] premarital jitters..
[wait] except were not married will we ever be?
[wifey material]. but will he marry me?
he [loves] me, he loves me [not] he loves me, he loves me not
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I cry my eyes out and cry some more then cry again but every one ignores then I get cot and I know I will get a whipping so I dropp to the floor and beg for forgiving but the person I beg to doesn’t forgive I think just showing emotion what’s wrong with what I just did i’m very sad i’m twirled by emotion but in this life I put in so much devotion if tears make u stronger why do I feel that I cant last much longer i’m trap and consumed i’m frightened and doomed overloaded but yet so devoted to ….[to wat u say]
[To wat joy I want to feel] this feeling is so surreal I need a healing need a pill I need to CRY[…]

TO BE CONTINUED …
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