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LeeAnn

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

4 poems·Since April 2013
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Intuitive Lesson

June 17, 2013
Keep your anxiety away from me. I feel your feelings. They’re haunting me. If you’re good or you’re bad, I know who you are. I know everything about you. I’m covered in your scars. I know your parents and friends. I know your siblings and more. I know your future and wealth. And you’re destroying my health. Is it fair that I know you? Is it fair that I see? I’m the psychic empathy here. Who has empathy for me? You wake me at night. Your passed on relatives and more. I see life differently then you. When the light comes back through. You take it for granted. But I know the truth. I was Hispanic and Native, And Victorian too. I crossed borders and moutains, In search for something new. Years later I am here, In my small Ferndale home. And I have found what I have been searching for. It was here the whole time. It is love. Now I will give you advice About this common dilemma, That I see oh so often, Through your sad eyes and more. Insecure people have nothing to do. They’ll mope around. They’re watching you. Study and wait till your guard is put down. Trust and you’ll see. The truth will come around. When you have a great life, And you have lots of friends, Protect yourself quick. Get ready to defend. Low vibes need to feed, And you’re the next meal. Unless you act slick. And show them you’re real.
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