A Path

by ibeamarioh

Apathetic; She states. As I migrate from my family toil, leaving a stained distaste of affections. Independent of her attitude, my gratitude for her love and concern relinquish all doubt, worry and anger. See my love will be; it has always been. So if you decide that apathy is the cloth you wear upon your skin I drape you in; love and sweet affections. A dessert of patience with a courteous taste to relax the anxious apatite the yearns in your heart. Please understand I do not choose to be be so far apart; my soul walks a path where God is are end and we are the start.

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