I talk a good game but inside I'm just the same, same as any other, lover, searching for another. The one whole make you feel complete.
But maybe that's the mistake, because it's hard to love yourself when you've lived a life of crime and grime, dropping prose and ryme to seem artistic and interesting, attracting women to fill the holes but the pain remains.
Repair myself, forgiveness for yourself is hard when shame and pain seems to constantly rain. But I'll keep looking, a healing journey, so when I find her there's no holes to be filled apart the ones used for love and lust.
Learn to love myself, then seek to the ends of the earth to find her.
Oh god I just want to love, real pure beautiful love
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