The more I think about it, the more I hate this.
The more it fustrates me.
The more I want to be in another place.
The more that I need life to hurry and fix itself.
The more I need GOD to fix this for me.
The more I think about it, the more I hate this.
I know whatever is up next for me has to be better than just this.
It has to be a better day a head of me.
Life must be getting ready to take a turn.
It has to be.
The more it fustrates me.
The more I want to be in another place.
The more I want more
The more I must find a way to leave.
That's what I tell myself.
Just has to be another way.
Forgive me for my moment.
Love Jasmine P.
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