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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #17 {Can’t Sleep At Night}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #17} {Can’t Sleep At Night} 

 

 

Sleep is what I would love to have at night but sleep never comes because I have insomnia that keeps me wake at night `n` then the other part is that my big brain is hard as heck to shut down so I can sleep all due to Arnold Chiari Malformation Disease because we attend to keep our brains on auto run so we will not forget a thing like even our own name `n` sometimes at night I just lay on my bed wide awake thinking about life `n` how I miss loved one’s that’s no longer here with me `n` then I am online doing research for chiari information to help us out so we all can conquer this before our 💓 heart stops or before we have a stroke to kill us or some other related issues to chiari `n` I wish sleep would come but that’s like a straight up fairytale that will never happen until I am past dog dead tired then I will be sleeping for a short while but it seems like minutes to me but what can I do besides try to lay `n` sleep at night as sleep~sleep~sleep sound’s mighty dang good right now because I’m running on fumes `n` way past empty `n` how I wish my brain would let me sleep 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #16 {I Am All Confused?}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #16 {I Am All Confused?} 

 

 

I am all confused 

I am unsure of something’s 

I am finding myself like a chicken 🏃 running around with my head cut off these day’s 

I am dazed 

I am here trying to grasp my reality before I lose what little insanity I have left 

I am beaten 

I am broken `n` scared up good for nothing diseased infected big brainer without a cure 

I am loved 

I am in love 

I am happy 

I am self content with my life 

I am a survivor 

I am a warrior 

I am a conquer 

I am miss independent woman that’s got her own 

I am simply just me 

I am living my life the best way I can knowing I have a rare brain disease inside killing me slowly each day until they find me a cure `n` other’s like me too 

I am a loving, honest, carrying woman that is loved by all most everyone that meets me

I am a down home southern charm or belle 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #15 {Hopeless Romantic}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #15 {Hopeless Romantic} 

 

 

His eyes sparked

a flame in me

that I thought 

wasdead 

His lips tasted

like the sweetest

🍯 honey dew

melon brushing

against my lips

for the first time

each time he

would 😘 kiss

me 

His hair was

wavy that was

so soft against

my naked fleshy

skin 

His laughter

was like sweet

melodies playing

in my ears each

time he would

speak to me 

His hands was

soft with the

rugged roughness

to them as he

slowly slipped

my long hair

from in front of

my beautiful 

face stroking

my cheeks with

his finger tips as

I snuggled into

his warm chest 

His chest was

rippling with

muscles bulging

`n` popping out

all over his

smooth chest

leaving me

wanting to run

my hands all

over his hot

smoking body 

His buttocks was

firm to the touch

but so plump `n` 

juicy that you

would have to

grab `n` smack 

that bubblicious

delicious delight

that you have in

your hand while

you both sigh with

enjoyment of being

naughty like a

naughty bad girl

`n` bad boy 

His shaft was big

that filled the

smallest tightened

places that

would leave you

pulling away from

him as he would

stroke his hard long

`n` soft shaft with a

short `n` long stroke

with it getting

thicker while you

both moan out

loudly with fulfillment

`n` relief `n` pleasurement

as you both reach

for the stars to

hit that first of 

many climaxes `n` 

it’s purely hot

passionate until you

are lost into the

intoxication of never

leaving his long

hard thick throbbing

shaft as you ride

like riding off into

the wild~wild

west bareback on

a horse never

leaving his shaft

  ahh~ahh yes

don’t stop go harder,

go deeper, go faster

until we both explode

like the hottest volcanoe

erupting burning down

everything around 

us making us both

want more `n` more 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #14 {My Story}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #14} {My Story}

 

 

 

The word’s of

inspiration,

dream’s from

that certain

person has been

beautifully

written on the

walls inked

down `n` linked

straight to my

soul that gives

me that courage

`n` strengths to

fight `n` my

battle because

I’ll always

survive if it

takes the last

breaths in me

`n` this is me

writing my story

in my own words

even though you

might not

understand them

to well because

I set myself free

upon this world

like I’m the last

one standing in

that victory lane

with the champagne

`n` confetti bubbling

all over me once

again because

I’m the one

that is victorious

because that’s

my stride `n` 

I’ll always be

the lasting

survivor `n` 

your queen `n` 

I will never

fail because

that’s not in

my vocabulary

but I’ll see you

all standing

around me

when I’m

standing strong

in the winner’s

circle as you

continue to cheer

me on 

 

 

 

 

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #12 {White Snow Flakes}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #12} {White Snow Flakes}

 

 

 

The white

snow flakes

began to fall

down like

the coldest

december

weather

outside

pearched on

my doorstep

`n` through

the darkened

dark of 🌃

night’s of the

meadows that

once was

glistening white

`n` the white

snow flakes

began to mix

into a black

convoy echoing

out through

the darkened

timbers as the

whole world

unwinds to rest

their weary

mind’s on that

cold december

🌃 night that

would leave one

blinded by sight 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #13 Dairy Of The Southern Queen Entry #13 {No Southern Belle’s Or Gentleman Far As My Can See}

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #13} {No Southern Belle’s Or Gentleman Far As My Can See}

 

 

If this is the

main street

where southern

belle’s `n` 

gentleman are born

at please stand

them up in a

line for the

world to feel

pity for the

red,white,blue

trashy redneck’s

`n` hillbillies

which means

you too 

Because I

don’t see no

southern belle’s

in the picture or

no gentleman

either so that

must mean you

have no idea 

what a true

southern belle

`n` gentleman is

from the south

dog gone `n` 

shut my mouth

`n` kiss my grits

yee yee

little buddy 

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #11

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #11} 

 

 

The sound’s

of the noiseless

silence that

ringings out

in their head’s

like the

amplifiers

sound’s off

that she’s

dead `n` she

lays there in

the echoes of

hysteria `n` 

the noiseless

noise covered

her lifeless

emotionless

body with the

darkness as

the amplifiers

kept on ringing out

like the cannonballs

blasting out that

she’s finally dead

that she’s finally dead 

 

 

 

 

 

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