I had such hope for you the day you were born so beautifully devastated by your need of me The prospect that I would ruin your life wound it's way into my gut and refused to go away But I swore I wouldn't let it happen I swore I wouldn't become my demons I would not be the thing that hounded you for all of your living days I would not be the one to ever let you feel like you never mattered I never wanted you to inherit this loneliness this urge to drift along, unstable and unhappy My own footsteps, though weak, trudge on endlessly in this direction, and then that ever turning as I hit one brick wall after another I hang my head and set my shoulders firm slam after slam after slam into these solid barriers hoping that one day I will find one of these four walls transparent and yeilding that one day I will be able to take your hand and lead you to some place beautiful and free but for now, my little one, please forgive me for the mistakes I make.
You're so f-ing rock star and you don't even know it. You always get to the bottom of feelings without whining or relying on self-pity. You're a genuine reflector of the soul, a blues saxophone on the poverty-stricken streets of AD. Play on, sista, play on.
this is really good. it reminds me of a prayer i read once, asking forgiveness of past and future sins. it's been too long, your high dorkness. welcome back.
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With the same passion and honesty Lauren exhibite
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
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