Not to draw attention too the fact I am 19 but to draw a picture of my present.
I can't live like this, nor was I created too, but why must you paralyze me to show your face,
because my repair is far beyond a 3 day wait period and I am rusting.
God: 1, Molly: 0.
My mom's heart was an Abyss of love and undertstanding, that no one can fill, or no Soy vanilla latte can satisfy, So explain this one, then when you break my legs, break my heart to God, so I at least can't feel, please. I have given it a fair fight and a strong mind, so here I AM. Broken, Unfixable, Stranded on a island with one Exit and it clogged with my fears.
-M
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