I remember waiting for my turn to get off the ship, waiting was all I could do, but it never came. While everyone was dancing somewhere off in town, probably getting drunk, I was sitting in my cell trying to break free.
I remember looking into a bucket full of water; I saw a young girl with cracked lips, clumped hair, a tear stained face and a broken soul, you could only see through my hazel eyes.
I tried to untangle the memories of the past from the start to this trip to the present.
I wanted to be able to sleep in nights of peace instead of nights filled with worry and regret.
I can't help but to think that if I ever find someone that's loves and takes care of me, I will never let them go.
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The Other Way Around (on hold for MAJOR editing)
Ficción históricaI always yearn for someone to talk to me and comfort me, but that's what I'm doing for the others
