I feel so alone this morning
But that loneliness makes me write more words to you.
I placed my plans into a mans hands
only to discover he wasn’t a man from the beginning.
But there is still time I suppose
as long as I don’t let the “what ifs” take over.
I can only laugh as much as my mother lets me
But who’s fault is that really.
I blame my life on everyone else.
And that’s because
Things never turn out the way I think they should be.
M.A.A

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