Why would I confess to all the really fucked up shit that you couldn't possibly imagine that I would have done?
I ain't confessing to nothing!, well at least not to everything.
My Fucked up Confessions as a Crack Diva.
A true Diva never takes a break, nor does she go on a "hiatus" from life.
She doesn't quit, not even during her crack career, she remains "Malcolm X"- By Any/All Means Necessary.
My Militant Confessions as a Crack Diva.
You should believe me when I say some dark things are best left un-said, un-remembered, and un-thought of, they belong right where they are, in the dark.
A confession told only to Jesus, he's already forgiven and forgotten.
My Grace and Mercy Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I didn't fall off of my pedestal, nah...........I kicked that bitch over. I smashed it, I pawned it, I traded it, and then I stole it right back.
How many times have I heard "Omg!, not you", and why not me?
I was vulnerable, lonely, depressed, abused, hurting inside and out, with low self esteem just like you.
My "Don't Judge Me" Confessions of a Crack Diva.
I'm still standing! I've got a family that loves me, a therapist, a psychologist and a Holy Bible. Each morning I awake to "new", and each night I go to bed to "thank you".
It's my season.
It's my season.
It's my season............
My Resurrected Confessions as a Diva.
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