Usually I dont care,
what people think or say.
I know it was god,
who made me this way.
But sometimes it gets hard,
when u let someone in.
When u give it your all,
when they see past ur wig.
I miss the man who held my soul,
in the palm of his hand.
Tenderly.
Wisely.
I pray I fall again...
for someone like you.
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