3:54am

May 23, 2021

Mind roaming, thinking about my next move.

Told myself "aye lil mama stop that crying" you're still young just keep it cool.

But ppl just don't understand how hard that you're really trying.

Can't be steady holding on too strong, it just be tempting me to start back crying.

post traumatic stress and tests, I'm not really at my best

Nobody knows how long I stay up planning and praying

thinking too much Idc about no rest.

just talked to God and let some steam up off my chest

Telling him ik i'm frustrated but I do know he'll come bless this mess.

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