I am a victim of my childhood. Yeah, you can read those words and take that sentence any way you wish. You can decide to see me as a strong, independant, happy, healthy, loving, caring, funny and wonderful person...or you can see me as another number. Lowly and sad, disfunctional and raised like a barn cat. We are all roadmaps of where life has taken us. I have seen many things, some good, some bad. I have made good decisions and bad. Either way I am a product of my childhood, and I would not have it any other way. It is up to you to decide to see me.
I'm a bleeding butterfly.
My wings are made of glass but are strong enough to carry me.
My spirit glides like the summer breeze..
Fragile yet untouched.
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Pulse racing at the thought of your kiss...
Can I really go thru with this?
Heart beating faster with every breath,
Do I have any courage left?
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There was set in life to be
A diamond born,
Twas his destiny.
Though once he starting growing,
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I want to tell you of a sweet boy.
One of the sweetest my heart has known.
The things we could learn from him are so unknown.
His eyes are so big and wide and brown.
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What is this yearning and burning in my heart?
Why did God tear it apart.
I watched her suffer for over a year struggling daily over her very worst fear.
In my heart I did all I could, I don't understand why He would.
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