Concious Confessions
When you cant tell your story without criminalzing others
and people wonder why beautiful butterflies still try to fly
but their wings wont flutter
What lies beneath is the secrets of a black sheep
lost souls searching for answers as the preacher preachs
she lies under the rug where the dirt was swept
she cries away the pain like when jesus wept
the strain from constant pain ...
Friday 22nd February 2019 9:04 pm
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