Non stop thoughts Like a child I play with passion Like a teen-ager I revolt against my thoughts Like a matured individual I compose and console my heart My emotions flow relentlessly like a middle-aged entity I try to adjust according to situations Like an old person when I am suppose to give up desires that can't be filled and embrace calmness my soul cries loud like a child as if the doll being taken away. The show goes on and time keeps flowing...How to get rid of this horrible pain? As a person who has always been very confident, I recently cut ties with a guy "friend" who made me question my value. Stupidly, since discovering who he truly is, there has been a cloud hovering over me that I just cannot shake; a cloud of "pick me"..."am I not good enough?". I thought he was a friend, but saw that I did not qualify to be his friend because I am black, like him. I am very kindhearted, attractive, in shape, and single by choice because I refuse to settle for the men who I've come into contact with who only try to get with me for s**. With this guy, I truly thought he was a real friend and gentleman, but was saddened to find that all he pays attention to is non-black women and their "assets", and ignores me as if I do not exist. On top of that, over time, I found that he is a very selfish person, and would only acknowledge me if I gave him something like food, or responded to me if I complimented him. He could care less about me, and I didn't realize until this storm cloud began raining on me. It makes me not want to ever trust a man. How can I get rid of this horrible feeling? I've been praying and trying to continue on with my life for weeks, but I keep resorting to how much pain I've felt from the way he treated me. I am not very emotional, but today, I just broke down and cried. It hurts so much, more than I can say! I'm tearing up as I type this. How can I get rid of this pain?You're all going down I warned you to stop your bad, stupid behavior. You think the courts are bad. I will make sure you leave this town - you violent, stupid, bad influence, lying, piece of s***. Bye Fel

Non stop thoughts Like a child I play with passion Like a teen-ager I revolt against my thoughts Like a matured individual I compose and console my heart My emotions flow relentlessly like a middle-aged entity I try to adjust according to situations Like an old person when I am suppose to give up desires that can't be filled and embrace calmness my soul cries loud like a child as if the doll being taken away. The show goes on and time keeps flowing...How to get rid of this horrible pain? As a person who has always been very confident, I recently cut ties with a guy "friend" who made me question my value. Stupidly, since discovering who he truly is, there has been a cloud hovering over me that I just cannot shake; a cloud of "pick me"..."am I not good enough?". I thought he was a friend, but saw that I did not qualify to be his friend because I am black, like him. I am very kindhearted, attractive, in shape, and single by choice because I refuse to settle for the men who I've come into contact with who only try to get with me for s**. With this guy, I truly thought he was a real friend and gentleman, but was saddened to find that all he pays attention to is non-black women and their "assets", and ignores me as if I do not exist. On top of that, over time, I found that he is a very selfish person, and would only acknowledge me if I gave him something like food, or responded to me if I complimented him. He could care less about me, and I didn't realize until this storm cloud began raining on me. It makes me not want to ever trust a man. How can I get rid of this horrible feeling? I've been praying and trying to continue on with my life for weeks, but I keep resorting to how much pain I've felt from the way he treated me. I am not very emotional, but today, I just broke down and cried. It hurts so much, more than I can say! I'm tearing up as I type this. How can I get rid of this pain?You're all going down I warned you to stop your bad, stupid behavior. You think the courts are bad. I will make sure you leave this town - you violent, stupid, bad influence, lying, piece of s***. Bye Fel
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