By: Shelbi Henny
The currency of truths battling the lose of wanting a distant direction hoping that it leads me in front of your door holding the utmost creation that we need to understand standing in the rain of ambition that makes no sense tears falling from my eyes i wanted to see if this was real reaching out to stop time i tried explaining over and over how this must end tonight that i shouldn't be here and you can't be mine respecting nothing just following my heart yet that never cashes out that this is what it is addiction at its best taunting the viewers that also play parts in corrupting the lost and broken hearted a fixed emotion that leaves me broke bankruptcy to the lustful intuition i was given high hopes that crashed and left me outside in the cold lint and one penny to my name you stole everything that you once adored
shelbi confessions 
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