“I want to have someone who will hold me so tight
when I lost control of my clenched fists,
so that they won’t land on someone else’s face nor mine.
I need someone who will let me scream while I bury
my face on their chest
when I can no longer hold the anger in me.
I need someone.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
