Amanda Lovelace

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Waking up to seeing failure sleeping on my mat This is never my friend but how guided in Yelling at him, he screwed up to anger I have wondered and thought, I slept alone I have no one in, I'm in the room alone
Memories float through like dark clouds, Villains of the night. I used to run from them, Could never escape, never face the fears. But something's changed. I am no longer weak, No longer defenseless.
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