Can you see me
Breaking chains
Mend your own fence
I’m busy building walls
With secret doors and secret codes
Fending off facetious followers
Who plague my peaceable Queendom
The time for niceties is done and over
Worrying what I give you and you take from me
Fearing rejection and reckless promises
No more fabricated fanciful freeloaders
Make-up and masks
Burn in the flames of your malevolence
New laws have been written
To protect the real and resplendent
I run with my own broken pack
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i run with my own broken pack, too ❤
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I prefer the broken packs, they seem to get it ❤
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Reblogged this on Living on the Borderline in Bipolarville . . . and commented:
So many of us feel this way . . .
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Thank you!
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It is important to pass on and share messages that will help each of us feel we are connected. Then we can reach out and help. Thank you for sharing. Be blessed.
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I agree ❤
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I saw you just following my new blog Living on the Borderline in Bipolarville. Thanks so much. Here we go together. See. It’s awesome!
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Yes. I thought I was following you already and didn’t realize you had another blog!
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