... I hope the world can pay ears to my story as they did yours.
Please women of the world, come up with your experience. Wicked men can hurt us no more.
#nudity#Gbola#Apostle
Stephanie Otobo thank you so much, you've inspired me to come out and speak my truth. For years I was afraid of the backlash. The amount of abuse I saw during my time really messed me up mentally, No true man of god would do such to a little girl of the age I was ...
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unicorns slowly dies off, many people would live their life never riding one, some may ride a horse dressed as one. Some may fall off while riding, hurting themselves but, it's better to have rode & bruised, than to never have ridden at all.
@killerbean2o0@SkillzbyTimi Amongst all talk shows in America, I think only Trevor spoke on this aspect. The rest were just pandering to score points. Most really don't even care about Ukraine
Break me, I'll still believe in love. Make me cry, I'll still believe in love.
Love never hurt me, that was you.
Love never hurt no one, only people do.
- Written for bel
Gave it another shot but it's dud, gunpowder may be wet from all the tears. Pick up a new gun, faster bullets better sparks, silencers on. We killing it quietly. Cold nights? The heat from the barrel placed on the chest. No enemies, no hate. Life taught a lesson, I paid to learn.
1. Chris de Burgh - Lady in Red
2. Commodores - Nightshift
3. Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing
4. Gregory Abbott - Shake you down
Happy Valentine, my gift to you.
I've always thought about it beautiful, me and you slightly intoxicated, our love is our poison. We need not communicate, at least not by words but by touch, how we feel screamed silently as our skin linger across one another, my warm breath kisses your neck as the night's air...
My head hurts, my skin itch, it's choking, I'm thinking I might make it soon but it all goes to voicemail. knock knock, inspiration answers the door so we try again. New chapter. New story? Nope! Voicemail. Knock knock, inspiration answers the door so we try again.
I try, I really do, even heaven knows.
But these sad lullabies are all that keeps me happy.
If I continue to walk close to the edge, maybe one day I'll agree with the voices that says ‘its ok to jump.’
I try, i really try to be good, but maybe heaven don't care about that.
Quiet street, people only walk by when the band is in town. Every other day is something like cool breeze, yellow street lights, happy little pills that will make you smile, fair weather friends always say goodbye but I don't mind walking alone in this peaceful street.