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love and friendship are very similar, for they both require the ability to see the diamond beneath the rough exterior of the rock, to see the true value of a person
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Little One
Little One
Little one,
Yesterday you were just a child,
Today your eyes are open
And filled with disillusionment,
Do not get lost
As you grow into a beautiful woman,
You will have opportunities
I could only dream of,
So hold on to your wits,
This is my wish for you,
Be who you are,
Trust no one and you will rule the world.
I will watch your every step
With the adrenaline of concern
Weighing heavy on my heart,
Do not let power
Nor weakness sweep you away,
Many hands will reach out to you
With the darkest desires,
The sickest intentions,
Let seclusion guide your feet,
Do not fall prey to deception,
Fleeting, nor foolish thoughts,
Hold on to
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sweetest release
There is so much fear and doubt.
Am I doing wrong or right by you?
I cringe at my own shadows growl.
You see, the impossibility to make it through?
A feeble step ahead on a shadowed path.
Something whispers secrets which I cannot hear.
The unheard words tear at me - about me maybe?
I do not know what is right and what is meant to tear.
I kneel down, waiting for deaths hand.
But it still doesnt come, why wont it save me?
A shiver runs down my spine and I wish for relief.
Please I beg silently, kill me, let me be free.
I dont want to feel like this, dont want to feel the shame.
The bitterness I bring people, the pain I cause.
I cant ke
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NaPoWriMo #6
small human, they say
like it's something to be astonished about, something unusual
when they find me on top of an office chair, wheels unlocked
(a skill perfected years ago, really nothing to worry about, shoes on the floor)
or that time I climbed through a small window at work just to see if I could
(I could, with the ever faithfull help of a chair)
much to the amusement of my colleage
(no, I didn't tell my boss. I wonder if she heard anyway)
small human, a friend says
and hooks unto my hand as I lead the way through the crowds
(I always find my way through, there's always room for me)
or that time when we managed to get to the front row o
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