The 13..

I'm at the point of my life where I'm sick and tired of being a hipocrit to myself ..So after devouring books and learning new concepts and all kinds of body stretch and all the self healing calming smells.. Candle lighting soft spoken audios!!...all about healing my broken body and the rest trying to heal everyone through enlightenment. .. words of encouragement. And squished every single word and add it in me. ..it would fill that emptiness.. it would replace that liver . Or lung that I very successful to hurt . It would be that medicine my body needs to stop shaking... I'm not saying bye.. I'm saying we would be in touch once again. See you.. and ..... I'm not worthy ..

This poem is about: 
Me

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