The way is to give.
The reason I am here is because I didn't want life as a woman. I made change painful. I made my life foolish.
Freely I made pain my answer.
Girl, there's a way to know what does happen. Make YOUR life beautiful.
I want you to love, cherish and believe.
Give the dreams you love a home to thrive.
I ask that you believe because I want happiness for myself.
Girl, make yourself free.
I needed to be home with my mother as a woman. I am not doing that because I am not living.
I cried because I wanted to do what felt dark and cold. It's that fear of my past. I was my own life. Now I have to give.
Bitch, deal with being loving; don't make change a poison.
I am afraid of being my own bitch for me. And that's what I want you to love.
I want to live for life, not for change.
And be kind.
I know that you were what I loved,
Maybe I will feel something now.
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