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Kanye with Zeya Kemon at his office last month.
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Kanye skateboarding in LA. March 20.
I’m laying on the ground, paralyzed with pain
I don’t know how I have remained sane
He looks at me with sorry eyes
I know he hears my weak cries, even when they’re disguised
I question his love for me and it breaks his heart
I know one day it could tear us apart
I love him more than all the planets and the stars that shine
Sometimes it’s hard to believe he is truly mine
He’s so loving, sweet and kind
I love him all of the time, even when he’s not at his prime
One day I will realize his love for me
But by then we will have been gone for eternity
Eternity last forever just like my love for you 🧡
My Father sends me a meaningless text every holiday. “Happy Birthday, I love you!”, I know the words are not sincere, for my father has never been here. My Father has caused me to write daddy issue poetry, something every problematic girl does when they discover they carry this wretched disease. My Father weeps before he drinks himself to sleep, I know his addiction has destroyed his life but despite all the affliction, my heart still yearns for his love. My Father slept with the whore from next door and made my mother cry, I was only 4 years old wondering why. My Father is never home and I’m starting to feel resentful, I even got yelled at for being disrespectful. My father stumbles in at 3 am, this time I am eleven years old and I now know why my mother cried. My Father pissed in a trash can beside his bed, completely wasted. I lay there, not knowing what to do. I start to panic and cry but he’s too drunk to notice, so I don’t know why I try. My Father ripped me apart and now I can’t give my heart.
I dedicate Daughters by John Mayer to you 🧡
This morning I took a bath, lit some candles and read a book. I believe I’m not too far away now.
You’re getting there 😃🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 I’m with you to the end baby 🧡
A Clockwork Orange | Stanley Kubrick | 1971
Malcolm McDowell, Warren Clarke, James Marcus, Michael Tarn, et al.
STANLEY KUBRICK 🧡
I feel so fragile. Like I could break at any second.
I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces🥺🧡🧡
I want this day to be mine again.
😭😭🧡 it’ll always be your day
darker times
they’re telling boulder heavy lies
looks like all we’ve got is each other
the truth is obsolete
remember when all i had was my mother
she didn’t compromise
she could recognize
voodoo
our daughters and our sons
are just candles in the sun
voodoo
don’t let him see divide
don’t you let her see divide
voodoo
she’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit
he’s got the whole wide world in his pants
he wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band
then put the whole wide world on her hands
she’s got the whole wide world in her hands
he’s got the whole wide world in his hands.
Voodoo 🧡🧡