I changed
it hurts
The Shire was my own
Stiff, afraid
Weird
I loved it
Men don't trust me
It's better that way
Blimey
I can hit people, and then it hurts, but I don't like it.
Possibilities
I want you to hold me.
I loved it.
Mothers are dark
No one part/side can/must have the initiative.
I like myself
I share what I am by listening
My best to you
I listen/I teach/I love
I liked chasing pain
Because it worked
I listen to you because you want it.
Doing is not money
That makes me a bitch
I need you to listen to.
Peach, Pear, Par.
A park of woman
That's mothers mess.
A fare is changed.
I'll dust it off
And girl.
No need to do it: just find.
I feel better (again)
If you want to know , I'm okay.
Yours,
c*
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