Tag Archives: Feelings

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Don’t know Time’s timeline. Don’t know where Time hides. And Mercy is nowhere. Out of sight, out of mind. Death’s touch is not selective. Hearts break and bleed, Without restoration. What’s the point, When Heartache becomes the norm? © 2017  … Continue reading

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Never Imagined I’d See Yesterday Through Tomorrow’s Eyes

Never imagined I’d see yesterday through tomorrow’s eyes. Hope now blinded once again by the truth, Of an uncertainty in life that is all too real. Living in a world full of broken hearts, promises, and paths. Where is my … Continue reading

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Going Insane When The World Is Too Much

Social media and going live on it gives some people the nerve to cowardly disregard the value of life. I’m sick to my stomach at the fact that someone’s murder is something that’s just tossed around on social media without … Continue reading

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What Do You Do?

What do you do when your heart dries out? When there’s no blood left to shed? When the beauty of bodies float away like dust? When all you can feel is despair? So many days and nights have my heart … Continue reading

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My Heaven Is My Happiness

‘My Heaven Is My Happiness’ My heaven is my happiness. A sacred place I’ve searched for all of my life. A freedom I can’t really describe, But a freedom I’m grateful to have. My heart and shoulders feel light at … Continue reading

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Rise Up

When Enough Is Enough: While attempting to exist and navigate through an unjust system that is unclear as to what justice is, what the fuck are we supposed to do upon being hunted, but revolt? Copyright © 2015 samaramarie.com All … Continue reading

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When Beautiful Black Turns To Blue

My Feelings: When will you see me? See us? I can’t stop crying. No matter how righteous I live. No matter how educated I am. No matter how eloquent I speak. No matter how well dressed I am. I can … Continue reading

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