Who are you anymore, but a face in mirror? A copy. One of three. One's not me. I don't know you anymore. Do you even know yourself? Do you realize you're slipping, losing yourself little more everyday, like the stars disappear in wake of a misty dawn? But I see you, the real you, that you buried that day 8 months ago. I'm trying to save you but you push me away. This journey is yours. I can't save you this time, no matter my desperation. Please come back to me, find your way back. I'll be waiting. I'll always wait.
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Whispers in the Wind: A Dandelion Soul
ŞiirHere in my bed, huddled in a cocoon of blankets, nothing can hurt me. My nose buried In obscure poetry, or my thumbs ratta-tat-tatting my soul into words, this is my safe place, my sanity, my song. This is my soul.
