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The Mushy Stuff I have nothing to be ashamed of.
I've only tried to do me,to not be,what anyone wants.
To hold my head high while another taunts,what I believe.
Love has been hard on me as it has others,it hs smothered out my souls fire as it has yours.
I'm not trying to bore, you with my optimism.
I'm not new to self-critism.
I'd just like to speak for the people that can't cry anymore.
The one's who'd rather not endure,the deceit of being infatuated with a man.
Ok,enough male bashing just understand that's I'm cool now.
I don't know how I survived killing myself on the inside.
I'm ready to abide, in happiness.
To clean up all the mess, from my endless tears.
I realize that my years, of sorrow are leading to a cliche` like better tomorrow.
I know this sounds corny, but I think it's better than being horny, whorish, or rude.
Better than sounding like a prude,hater, or lame.
Hell,finally it's all charged to the game, in exchange, for my sanity, replacing vanity, with a smile.
Like welcoming a friend that people nor I have seen for awhile.
