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"But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I know right now, you can't tell. But stay a while and maybe you'll see a different side of me"
- Matchbox 20
Poems are my way of freedom, to express myself, and all of them are here in one place, mostly because i have nowhere else to put them and i'm trying to do something i don't usually do
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I'm weak and broken, tormented by monsters that keep reaching for me, touching my body, hurting me, living marks on my skin and soul. I don't know how it feels to sleep without waking up in the middle of the night sweating, incapable of defending myself, too afraid to scream for help. Until I meet him. He is strong enough to cast away the nightmares, to fight my demons scaring them away, to erase my scars with his tender touch. He teaches me to fight back, to be strong, to scream for help because now there is someone always coming to my rescue. Because now I have someone who loves me. Now I have him, my beautiful warrior, my soulmate, my leelen. We might not have met like normal people would, but again we are not normal and we are definitely not people. Even so our bond is stronger than anything and anyone. But finding my leelan is not the end of my story, it's just the beginning...Concluida
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