dysfunction, years in the making
substantive love denied
fuckery freely given
innocence betrayed
rough starts
and disastrous endings
inhaling the methane of my own shit
lungs never quite breathing freely
almost at the end
sinking the lowest
gave rise to aspiration
and just like that, there was hope
I Write Her 
Amazing!
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❤ Thank you so much, Lisa!
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There is light after darkness. I like your poem Susi
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❤ Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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As an afterthought, as long as we perceive it that way. I’ve seen so many that just don’t accept the positive that can come after misfortune.
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I know, I have met them too.
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:_(
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😱
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