Its hard to believe but she and I have the same vibe. I could tell by the way she carried her self she had been thru some things. The way she looked at me I knew she sensed my pain. Those big brown eyes read and saw my tainted soul.
I didn't like that. I keeping people at a distance is what I'm good at. No one else could hurt me again. No one.
A long time ago I accepted the fact that no one loved me and no one cares. No one knows what I have and currently going thru. So I keep everyone outside my walls. I'm guarded.
The simple fact that she may have what it takes to change that makes me alarmed. She couldn't do that for me. Part of me says I don't want love. But another part of me longs for understanding. She has that. She could do this for me.
She knows what real pain is. She knows what it like to be so mentally destroyed that physical pain can't compare.
What we have common is pain.
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Thoughts Of A Spotless Mind
PoesíaShe Stays To Herself. She Is Quite. She Observes Everything. These Thoughts Rome Her Mind On A Daily. So Why Not Write Them Down?
