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Empty

It’s like having a pill full of poison
Filled with hunger and all you need to do is chew
It’s like having the taste of toxins on your tongue and all you do is wait
I’ve been on the edge, yet it is nothing compared to this bed
It likes having a drink with a friend who you watch poison your drink
It’s like having faith and wondering if it’s real
It’s like having everything, yet nothing brings you peace
Merely breathing, fighting to stay alive, knowing you need to survive
It’s like seeing death and thinking it’s your peace
Surrounded by people who knows not what you feel
It’s like hanging on the edge of a broken dream
Swing on broken limbs

©️ Anita Johnson

Him that is weak in the faith receive ye, but not to doubtful disputations.
Romans:14:1

P.S It is my one-year anniversary on WordPress. I want to say thanks to all who have supported me through this journey. I hope we continue to support each other. I don’t know what the future holds But I hope the be more active on my blog and explore new things. THANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT THROUGHOUT THE YEAR. MUCH LOVE 💖💕

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I am a weird kid who likes to write the weird type with a little spice adore nature with the eye spend time reading whatever I like.

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