Christine P Biography

Son....
On this exciting day, you now are ten
your mommys love will never end.
I hope this poem I write for you,
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I'm a lost cause, even to myself.
I'm at the lowest of lows, and screaming for help.
I'm a victim of a disease,
which turned all my wants into dire needs.
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I am free to feel, free to kneel,
To talk to god, who helps me peel the layers of paint,
I piled on my skin,
when all I wanted was to cover my sins.
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Hail! to the birthday boy
He loves a book, he loves a toy
He fills my heart with so much joy
He's my beautiful little boy.
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They think they know for whom the bell tolls,
with their blood red eyes, and unjust lust. Debating my guilt, with fucked up fairytales,
as endless lies, unfold and fail.
Eyes wide open I've always seen,
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