You took me in your arms
And saw through all my pain
And though you told me "Take your time"
I wanted to get up again
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(AN: During a Glee rehearsal I mind-blanked on a large part of the choreo for one of my dances and fled outside to try to get my shame under control. I dedicate this piece to Steve, who followed me outside, put his hands on my shoulders, and told me to stop, that it wasn't my fault, and that I needed to breathe. Thank you for your words, your tone, and your hug. I could've gone so much worse had you not gone out of your way to stop me. I'm blessed with your friendship.)
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A Work In Progress
PoetryThis is merely a collection of poetry that I decided to start. It contains works I've completed and will be added to as the year progresses. I wanted to see if I could write a poem a week, which will be especially interesting considering my fluctuat...
