His walls were high to climb.
But I climbed them.
His disability made it hard to say words.
But I still love him.
His tears, even if they were like acid on my skin.
I wiped them away every single day.
He felt so alone.
But I became a bright light to his day.
A boy that was emotional,
and a guy that would do anything for him.
I was his savior.
I helped him through hell.
His name was Toshio.
And my name was Liam.
No matter the reason or cause,
I was his savior.
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Short stories and poems
PoesíaJust some short stories with a side of poems i decided to make. The poems will come first and then the stories will be near the end more. I may add in some poems at the end also. Please don't copy.
