he ran his hands over my past-lingering over the dents and worn edges of my heart. and when i thought he'd run away like the others had...he told me i was a warrior, and that i'd never fight another battle alone.

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Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
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he ran his hands over my past-lingering over the dents and worn edges of my heart. and when i thought he'd run away like the others had...he told me i was a warrior, and that i'd never fight another battle alone.