My hero never came for me.
Never untied me.
Never told me it would be alright.
They never found me.
They never saved me.
So I had to untie myself.
I had to reassure myself that I would get through it all.
I saved myself.
Or at least, I will.
Once I grow strong enough.
Not yet.
I'm not saved yet.
Not yet.
But I'll get through it all.

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Sometimes I Write Poems, Sometimes I Write Songs
RandomA collection of everything I've written to be posted on theprose.com. Between short stories and poetry, I think too much.