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Pleas of a Broken Woman
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a rant

Please give me a blueprint of love. If only it were that easy. If only I could know how to let my heart escape the past. “If only” is an ignorant wish that twists and turns down the metal curly slide on a child’s playground. That is, until you end up at the bottom immersed in a sea of pebbles. No one is there to kiss your battle wounds. You are never alone, always with the consequences that infect your blue-black blood that trickles…and stains your scared cheeks of white satin.
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Time has passed and many things have changed. The word “love” is now cliché- overused by pathetic fools that have never felt the meaning. This world is spinning out of control and I can only hope for the day when the pendulum ceases to swing back and forth in a hypnotizing motion. I can only pray that someday innocence will be treasured and not carelessly soiled.
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All of this haunts my every thought, leading to questions that never find answers, only more questions in a confusing web of philosophical debate. Each breath struggles to come out evenly, but more than often comes in continuous sighs. Maybe one day, I will be free of these dreams that are the final act of a magicians show…when everything goes wrong and my secrets are revealed to an appalled audience. And all I want to do is hide from their burning gaze that imprints a scarlet letter on my revealed shoulder, my pride and shame.
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I laugh when she says I can change. They lie…no one, not even this gracious God they speak of can make me pure again. I’ve been disappointed too many times to ever hope in redemption.
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God, why would you want something like me?
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20 Jan 07


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