And I will keep choosing life, because I have hope life will begin to choose me, that my body will once again become home, with the open windows, dusty shelves and dark corners I was once so afraid to explore. The dark parts of my heart, rotten and spoilt from others' greed and hatred, will bloom; while night may fall, rain shall pour, the sun will return and here I'll remain: as delicate as a flower, as strong as an oak tree.
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nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED
PoetryMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of words (poetry and prose) my heart wishes to say, but has not found the courage to do do. [FINISHED]
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