Success?
All our lives we have been told that we must work toward something.
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An artistic woman in search for her true identity
All our lives we have been told that we must work toward something.
I look at you, I see us two. Roaming the streets, Laying under your sheets. Holding my hand, Our toes in the sand. Walking me home, We could be in Rome.
I feel hurt. The rage beckons me. Moving fast up my body. Control. I have none. My limbs are becoming weak, my body becomes numb.