I've cussed on a Sunday.
But this messed up girl knows how to pray.
I've stole, lied, and cut, you can call me a sinner.
But I know I love the Lord so I guess I'm still a winner.
I tried take the life God gave me.
I"m selfish, I'm not sin free.
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Sad Poems
PoetryA book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
