I lose all focus.
The tension becomes too much.
So I speak without thinking.
A woman with many words. Sharpe with her tongue.
My conscious screams, BE PATIENT!
but my flaws has already been undone.
BE QUICK TO HEAR and slow to speak!
The INTAKE is better than the outtake --are the melodies that play silently in the mist of the chaos.
The INTAKE is better than the outtake --are the melodies that play silently in the mist of the chaos.
The whispers of my words are the silent cries from within.
I'm learning that flames of my words can hurt.
They can cut deep.
but my intentions are good .
I'm learning that flames of my words can hurt.
They can cut deep.
but my intentions are good .
for the sake of love,
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