Dear Washington,
You consumed my joy
yet you also added smile
You stole my proof--
Proof that there is such thing as fate,
that there is such thing as defeating one's fears,
and meeting your wish,
on the road to Damascus.
Take care of my joy, my wish
Take care of my Friend
Alone This has happened before, fighting on my own. Self-hatred and sadness, thin marks, and bruised bone. The urges still haunt me, I see red and relief The pain still controls me, that old friend, a thief. Stealing my sanity, my strength, my progress My brush needs a canvas ,I'll gently caress I have missed you, master, the love you have shown. Convincing and charming, making me feel alone. Belle Rose
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