This let down is getting to me.
And there is nothing I can do about it, I need to take action.
But I can’t.
You’ve got me blocked, and on read. That does not feel good.
Normally I would try harder. Fight harder.
But I can’t.
I’m too tired of trying too hard for you. You don’t see it. But I can feel it.
I can feel every once of pressure building.
I'm afraid to say more, in fear of where that will take us. I can feel my body tensing up just writing this for you.
You didn’t ask me too. I just needed to try and explain.
Give me some time. Please.
I’ll take whatever you can give me. I never thought I’d see myself beg.
But here we are.
Please just a moment of time to speak ?
-ej
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Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.



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