broken
It's too late, I gave you my all as you took it for granted. You got Twisted with the perception of yourself, and blamed me for all your issues, as I helped you out that whole. I see myself as I look into your soul, the same pain and traumatized abuse. I choose unconditional love, while you choose war, wanting to bleed on those who actually love you because you never learned to manage your pain. I hope one day you learn to forgive, to have empty and show others the love you would want in return and for your kids. You're another empire that failed, for believing broken promises. The other difference is. I grew up living in hell, so maybe I was missing the only home I knew. because, you were the example of what I knew. or was that the hook? I was the example of unconditional love, we never endured, I treated others how I would like to be treated, keeping people at a distance because I'm repairing my brokenness. healing from traumas nobody knows. so I love all my days. Treat others with the unconditional love and loyalty I never received, to satisfy my lost soul from that empty whole with 24J Gold. Never will I be like anyone else, for an original I am and that's all I will ever be. Sophia Varecha
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