For me. For you. For us.
It’s premature to think you’ve got me,
Though I’m weakened and pitiful,
Trashing around, like a wounded animal,
One second from bitting off my foot.
It’s my life and my choosing,
When you see me bleeding, caught in a trap,
Instead of gloating, you should be asking –
Is there a chance I wanted it to end, like that?
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A PEACE Of My Mind!
Life In Verses
23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.
Whimsical Humor, Nonsense, No Sense and Good Sense
"Not all who wander are lost..."
The Secret of Change Is to Focus All of Your Energy, Not on Fighting the Old, But on Building the New - Socrates
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